I stared into the mirror as I put a bandaid over my nose. I just want to look pretty. I stare at my reflection. I stare and I stare for so long that my reflection distorts and starts to change colors. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I saw someone. A girl with blue hair and red and green eyes. Like me. She had an insane grin and looked like she had been crying all day and night. I looked at her and asked one question.

"Why do people hate me, sister?"

Because you're me.

"I don't understand. I'm me. You're you."

Do you really think that's true? You made me. You made me as a protector.

"No I made you as a sister. A real sibling that loves me. Your name before was Susan, right?"

Yes. He got rid of me. Don't you remember the yelling. The yelling just 4 days before Christmas. The second Christmas after they died?

"Yes sister I do."

Did you miss me?

"Yes. I cried all night. You left after that and my life got more and more lonely as he ran away."

I know. He ran and ran from his problems straight into a joint and Tylenol. Isn't it funny? You've suffered much worse than him and you've gotten so much further.

"I know. Thank you."