Damian
Watching my sister sleep does nothing but frustrate me more and I swipe away at the tears that refuse to stop flowing, sniffing silently, as to not disturb her rest. I have failed her- in more ways than one. She is in a crouched fetus position, the thick sheet reaching up to her armpits. Her bruised face is towards the wall and not in my view.
Last night, the hotel staff frowned when they saw her bruised face and I lied and said she was in a car crash and would go to the hospital tomorrow.
Raising my arm up, I wipe my wet cheeks again on Ruby’s oversized black hoodie. It was the only thing that could fit me- my closet was bare, back in my old childhood bedroom. After I had showered to get rid of the blood on me, I made that discovery. Nothing that was mine existed inside the hous
