I hear a scream and I'm already running to Sarah, my baby sis. Just in case it was her. I run into her room and find her on the floor, weeping. I pick her up into my arms.

"What is it? I've got you, just cry." I say, trying to be supportive. I'm concerned when her sobs shake her hard moving both of us. Like to a song of her pain. Before I lose my footing I sit on the bed and lay her down beside me, her eyes closed. I begin crying as well. And hate that our parents kicked her out when she was going to move out anyways. She sits up tired of crying and looks at me, interrupting my thoughts. She sits against the wall, on the edge of the bed, and pulls her legs close.

"Kale?" she says, weakly. I nod for her to continue. "I miss our parents."

"I know, me too. I am so sorry you were kicked out. You can always live here." I assure her. She wipes her eyes and mutters thanks.

"Do you think they ever loved us?" she asks. I shrug because I didn't know.

"I don't know whether they did or not. It didn't feel like they did. Their fear of knives I can understand, but to bully us everyday about how we're better off on our own doesn't shake me as love. But whatever it was, it will always be our story. And we're broken because of it. But Sarah, we get to choose how that story ends." I explain, giving her part of my heart. She nods and smiles for the first time.

"I'm-uh, I'm going to go back to sleep. Thanks, Kale, you always know what to say." she chirps. I leave her room and shut the door, quietly. It's the middle of the night, so I went back to bed. I couldn't go to sleep, so I stare at the ceiling for the moment. She was so broken. I was too, but not completely. I had never let my parents get inside me. I locked up everything in a dark place, in my mind. When I had left I unlocked that place and was happy for the first time. Sarah, was holding onto everything that broke her because she felt she deserved it. She didn't deserve it though, and I'm going to make sure she knew that before she leaves me. I can't fix what was broken in her, but I would always understand. She won't be alone. I close my eyes and pray for sweet dreams.