My mom died when I was 13.

It's been me and Vanessa ever since.

Dad was never home, in fact it was practically as if he were gone too.

With mom; in the sky.

I wonder if she's watching over us.

People tell me she is.

I want to believe it... But I need
proof.

"Laura!" Vanessa yelled beside me.

I had drifted off into space... Again.

We sat on my bed; in my room, just talking about the most random of things.

We did that often ever since it was just us against the world.

We'd cuddle in my room for ours just getting things off our chests.

From deep secrets to the most random things.

"You spaced again Laura!" Vanessa whined.

I've been spacing out a lot recently.

She's been trying to tell me whatever it was she's been trying to say for the past 3 days now.

Rubbing my eyes tiredly I ducked my head and sighed, "I'm sorry Nessa."

That was my nickname for her.

Nessa.

She calls me Laur.

So I call her Nessa.

Softening her expression Nessa gave me a pitied look, "What's wrong Laur?"

"Nothing." I said simply moving away from her.

The pitied look on her face burnt a whole straight through my chest.

It was un-comforting.

I hate it when people take pity on me.

It makes me feel weak and vulnerable, especially when it's from my own sister.

"Nothing Is bothering me Nessa."

The room grew silent as I pictured my sister's expression.

I had my back faced towards her so I couldn't exactly see her.

I could have always turned around but I didn't dare look at what her expression must have been.

Guilt?

Sympathy?

Pity?

It was bad enough just picturing it.

I felt her hand gently rub my back; something she hasn't done in a really long time.

The moment she started humming mom's favorite song, I new she'd lost it.

Immediately getting away from her, I stood up from the bed, "What are you doing?" I asked with a lot more edge than I had intended.

"What?" She said pulling back her hand.

Rolling my eyes I repeated, "What. Are. You. Doing. Nessa?"

"Rubbing your back..." She replied silently.

"I know what you're doing," I accused, an anger burning inside me, "I told you, I don't want your pity. I'm fine Vanessa!"

Searching through her eyes I saw guilt. Pain. Sympathy. But most importantly Pity. Right there. Smack in the middle.

"Laura.." She said in her 'Let's all calm down' tone.

"No! Nessa!" I narrowed my eyes unbelievingly, "I know I took Mom's death and Dad's leaving, harder than you. I know that I STILL take it hard, but I remember telling you that I didn't want anyone's pity. Especially coming from my own sister."

"Laura!" She called after me as she stood up from the bed.

It was too late.

I had already ran out the door.

I didn't know where I was going.

But my feet sure did, and wherever it was...

It wasn't gonna be there.

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Hey guys.
Sorry for a kind of bad update.
I tried writing a REALLY FAST + Short chapter because I haven't been updating recently. I promise- the updates you want are coming.