When she cried into my chest earlier, breaking in my arms, it felt foreign having someone search for comfort from me. The last time anyone needed any type of solace by being close to me was the night Ellie had snuck into my room and snuggled up behind my back for the last time. I remembered how annoyed I was with her over waking me after I had cleaned two of the neighbors’ yards that day. Little did I know that would be the last night my little sister slept beside me.
I opened my eyes and immediately knew it wasn’t my room when I looked up at the ceiling. This one didn’t have clots of dried paper stuck to it, paper I’d chew and shoot through a straw whenever I was bored.
The bed squeaked as I pushed myself up on my elbows, glancing around. It was Ellie’s room, the dirty pink curtains tor
