lets talk sister

my sister is my girl. shes seventeen, blonde, and drop dead gorgeous. when i first met her, she already had three kids. her first at thirteen, second fourteen, and her third last year. she gave them all up for adoption because in out family, were against abortion and her mom threw fits everytime. she says it was hard. even though her first was an accident, its always hard to give up your child. especially your first.

i met her right after she came back from florida. she started cutting one of the worst habbits to get into. i told her to stop but she wouldnt. her councilor wouldnt see her anymore. apparently she was too hard to fix. so she kinda went through an emo phase. shes still in it. she doesnt cut anymore thank god, but she still wants to sometimes. at night i used to hear her cry because of her past.

her story is worse than mine. she was raped a long time ago. thats how her first child came to be. she used to be molested all the time from my dad. i dont know how much more i can type about her. its still hard. even on a laptop. lol. shes just seen the world for what it is. much more than i thought she had. shes so young and has seen so much. its a scary thought to me, and her. shes my girl tho. she my babe. ive gotta take care of herr.

me and my sister are amazing together. people stop and stare at her at the mall. it used to confuse me but not anymore. shes misunderstood. shes got scars on her wrist and ppl run. but shes the nicest person you will ever meet. i trust her with my secrets. she knows my story better than my mom. she knows my fear of my dad and she has them too. she never leaves the house without a pin or knife on her. maybe thats over doing it but it gives her a piece of mind. i love her and always will. i go there for weekends sometimes but only for her.
i hope you dont see that as a bad thing. cuz shes my role model.