Never in a million years did she expect her sister to be wheeled into the ED that she worked in. Never.

Her sister was a person that always used to do well in school. Her sister was someone that she could look up to. A real inspiration. Until her life turned completely upside down. Used to Denise getting A grades, Linda was surprised when she came home with her first C. This wasn't like her sister at all, not after achieving straight A's the year before.

Never had Denise got into trouble. Never had she had a detention. She was always doing her homework, revising, until her mother got called into the principles office. Turned out that she had been found in possession of drugs, or more specifically, Herion. Linda was shocked. She thought her sister was always perfect, the perfect role model. But now? It had changed. It surprised everyone that the good girl had the drugs on hand. Linda remembered Denise trying to deny that they were hers, and tried to blame Linda. This shocked her, and Linda could never look at her the same way again.

Why did she blame Linda? She knew that the drugs weren't hers, but no one would believe her, so Linda got the bad end of the stick. Again, now, watching Denise being wheeled in, she felt that same feeling.

From the time that Linda got the blame, Denise had been giving Linda the drugs to look after, which got her in loads of trouble when her room got cleaned.
"Why didn't you hide them?" Denise would shout, as she could no longer have her long awaited fix. Linda would always cry. What had happened to her inspirational sister, the one she could look up to?

Linda didn't know why everyone was still blaming her for the drugs. She got called names at school, because a rumour had spread that she used drugs. This lowered her self confidence dramatically. Linda now never went out with her friends, her parents didn't know what to do with her. Eventually all this stress and hassle led to the self harm.

She took a look at her sister in Resus, then lifted her sleeves to reveal the scars that her sister had caused, making anger course through her veins. Why was she the one to blame? Maybe this was all Karma? Bad things do happen to bad people, after all.

So Denise began bringing home dodgy new boyfriends, ones that looked to be teenage thugs, but really, she knew that Denise was using them for the drugs. Linda was surprised that no one noticed the dark bags under her eyes, the fact that she wasn't eating and was now extremely skinny, and mostly that her school grades had gone down to D's and E's... She even got detentions every other day.

Linda would plead with their parents that it wasn't her using the drugs, but they wouldn't believe her. There was no way that their perfect daughter Denise would do such a thing. But Linda would always bring up the grades, the red pin pricks at her elbows, the skeletal figure, but no one would listen.

But then, after years of that treatment, her parents found the red pin pricks in her arms, and it all came out from there. Linda, stuck in her bedroom, could hear all the shouting. She would cry, knowing that drastic action would be taken. Maybe Denise would get sick, or put into care. Linda didn't like the way Denise treated her, but after all, they were sisters, and she still loved her even if she didn't show it.

Linda stopped staring at her scarred arms as Lenny walked over, and she put her sleeves back down to her wrist, trying to hide them from him.
"Are you okay?" Lenny asked, seeing Lindas white blanched face. Linda didn't say anything, but looked towards resus with watering eyes. That was Denise, that her collegues were doing compressions on. Lenny then looked through the glass.. Lenny didn't even know that was. "Do you know them?"
"No." Linda replied, trying to pull herself together, and walked into the staffroom, leaving Lenny stood there, confused. He didn't want to follow as he knew she wanted to be alone.

She looked out the window of the door and saw that Lenny had gone, and she went back to look at what was happening. She saw Zoe still doing compressions, but to her horror, they all stood back, and looked towards the clock, as the flatline sounded throughout the room.
"Time of death, 15:27." Zoe sighed, and took of her gloves. The clanging of the doors made her jump.
"No." Linda ran in, tears streaming down her face. "No."
"Linda!" Lenny asked, running in after her. "Whats wrong?"
"She can't be dead." Linda shook her head, and began the compressions herself.
"Linda, stop." Lenny said, trying to pull her hands away.
"No." Linda said, tugging back. "No."
"Linda..." Lenny said, confused as to why Linda was upset. "She's gone."

He watched Linda slowly stop the compressions, and the room filled with silence. Zoe, Nick, and Sam watched on in disbelief. What was going on?

Linda took a step back, and sank to her knees and put her head in her hands as her body wracked with sobs. She felt someone put their arms around her, but she felt too confined. She pushed them away, leaving the room at a sprint, leaving her collegues completly and utterly baffled.

She ran into the staff room and threw herself on to the sofa, sobbing. After all these years, Denise had finally pushed her over the edge. Linda felt like she had suffered more than Denise, at the pain she was feeling now. But she knew in her heart that that wasn't true. Denise had to live with the fact that Linda was getting all the blame, but she acted like she didn't care.

Feeling drained, Linda's sobs finally calmed down, and silent tears were now streaming down her face. How could her sister do this to herself? She knew what the drugs were doing to her, but she carried on anyway. She had been using drugs for twelve years now, but she had finally cracked. It looked like she had overdosed on the Heroin that she always had. Linda wished she could bring her sister back, even though they didn't get on. Linda always knew she needed help, so why didn't she get her help sooner?

Linda grabbed hold of her other wrist and dug her nails into it, liking the feel of the pain. She dug in harder, which made her cry out in pain, but it drew blood, which is what she wanted. This is what her sister had done to her, made her emotionally unstable.

She put her sleeves down to cover the nail indentations, but the blood seeped through the thin, grey, cotton of her cardigan. Linda cried out in frustration. She wasn't going to be able to hide this from her collegues. She layed down, knowing that most of her energy had gone, due to her crying. She shut her eyes, and soon enough, her mind was over taken by the flashbacks of her teenage years, watching her sister join the world of the addicts.