She closed her eyes. As she was trying to escape something she has seen. She looked down. The scars on her tights were still there. She wanted to cry but the pride has stopped her. She wanted to say something but reminded herself there is nothing she could tell. The drugs she has taken for the first time started to work. She has never felt them before, and they felt so calm beautiful.
"How does it feel, Eff?" The dark haired guy asked her, smirking at his sister, pale like a ghost he was, long dead, but still living in her head. Living inside her mind like a material human being since she was eleven, making him her friend, since he had died. Until reality got her. Until he started to fade away from her memory. She needed other recourses to keep her ghost vivid.
She had no words to say.
No words.
And so she kept quiet.