Author's Note: This chapter is very emo. If you don't like it, then I don't care. BTW, COMMENTS ARE LOVED!
//One. Christine's POV.
I was never one of those good children. I broke laws, disobeyed teachers, and did so many bad things. It wasn't always like this. This all started when I was twelve. When my mother died. Half a year later, somewhere around Christmas time, my father died in a car accident due to drunk driving. Now, I'm fifteen and I live with my older twenty year-old sister, Spencer, my younger five year-old sister Stephani and my younger seven year old sister Marni. You could call us orphan kids. When Spencer's at school she expects me to watch Marni and Stephani. But I usually leave them alone at home. My father never gave me the chance to make him proud. My mother did, but I blew it big. Now, I think of Spencer as my subsitute mother and not just a sister. I still think of Marni and Steph the same. Annoying younger sisters.
I stood infront of my mirror staring at the girl infront of me. Just then I saw a younger version of me. With my long dark brown blonde highlighted hair tied into two long pig-tails hanging on each side of my head with black hair ties. I was in a frilly pink dress with white dress shoes. "What have you become Christine?" she was asking me. I shook my head thinking I was paranoid. Some big sister I turned out to be I thought snickering to myself. I'm hardly even there to be a big sister to Marni and Steph. It was true. Each day, each second of Marni and Steph's lives I would be slowly drifting farther away. Everytime I tried to scream or make a word, nothing would come out.I was a mess.
Everyday I wished things could go back to normal. When we were a family of six. Not four. Everything's changed so much I don't know who I am sometimes. It feels like noone's there for me. It seems like slowly my world's falling apart. The deep wound in my heart seems like it'll never heal. I just want to die. I think I need a miracle to make it through everyday. Our family was a happy four before I turned twelve. We did everything a family did together. It doesn't make any sense why these things happen. It doesn't make any sense why my world fell apart. It's like I'm slowly drifting and fading away each day. Like eachday, I seem to lose a small part of me. I always thought myself as a strong person. Not that strong physically, but emotionally and mentally. Now, it feels like I'm weak. It feels like all that strength has been zapped away from me.
I really don't know what to do now. I just don't know who I am. I think I may have lost her I thought.
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