Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

My sister, Elizabeth, it's been hard for her the last six years in and out of hospitals and shelters. She uses her smile, or the shadow of her smile more like, as a pokerface to make everyone think she's okay; the faint white lines and the recently fresh surface cuts and deep slices with an angry red puffiness around them tell another story, however, I always knew my sister was a self harm risk and with her past I kinda don't blame her for feeling like there's no way out. I feel it everyday and I feel it for her because I know if she has to take anymore pressure and anymore stress than needed, I will truly lose her forever.

That being either another hospital or in the last slot in grandma and grandpa's graves.

By the way her body has been looking, I could've say she has developed the disorder Anorexia Nervosa but with experience, she's using again. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw the small, irritated holes in her arms. God, I want to help her, I really do but she's spiraling down faster into the rabbit hole than before and I don't know I can grab her out of it this time. All I can do for now is comfort her and advise her because this is something she must decide on her own but I will be beside her always, she can never question that ever. It's hard on me too, to see her look like this and not being able to help but seeing that she's is not willing to help herself now.

With her, some things are sacrificial. Without her, is unbearable.

God, please help me...

©Marie McNeill