Friday
There's a knock on the door.
I choose to ignore it, just like I did with all the earlier knocks.
I've been in my room since yesterday when Willy brought me home; except for the few minutes I went to the kitchen last night to make a sandwich. I haven't talked to anyone since and I've been ignoring all those knocks.
I glance at the wall clock. It's four in the evening. My tears have already dried and I think it's about time I got my s**t together.
"Hey, Bree? I'm freaking out! Just open the door, please."
It's my sister.
A sudden brightness suddenly engulfs me. I feel so good when I actually think of Lisa as my sister. She is one thing I never dreamt of having in this world.
I get out of bed and I pull the door open. She is still wearing the same dress from yesterday and I
