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A/N: Dawn's P.O.V. on her sister's life

Rating: G



My sister- the tool

Have you ever watched your pencil roll across your desk?

Seen it teeter dangerously on the edge.

And you know in your mind that you should reach out and grab it before it falls.

But you just watch as it slips over the edge. Watch as it makes its long decent.

It could break and you know it, but still you watch. Then it hits the floor and you wish...you wish you had cared enough to stop it. And you try in vain to put it back together, but there are bits of wood that are lost now. It won't ever be the same. But still don't you need it? But then its just a stupid pencil right? Lopsided in your hand tapped together to do its job.

It's just a pencil. It's just a life.

That's my sister now a broken tool. Pretending that she's new and just as good. All she does is work, not rest, or take breaks. No! have to keep working to prove that your not just going along with what you should do. She writes so fast trying to be as good as before, it happened that she makes mistakes and can't stop long enough to erase what she's done. My sister is a broken tool. But no one will through her way. Let her rest and be her lopsided self. What used to be her nature is just...her fighting, fighting so hard. That her soul cries blood and her heart crumbles to dust. She will never be what she was. No matter how fast she goes or how hard she tries. She's still broken. Still missing the little pieces that kept her together. I wish that someone could heal her but how do fill gaps in a person's soul? How do rebuild a heart from dust? I ask myself these things everyday, but still no answer comes. And I think she knows that the only things keeping her going are her

strength and the love that used to be inside herself. Really, she's just a performer pretending not to care, pretending not to ache. I just wish the man who let her fall the first time the one who glued her together with his love, had to watch her fall again. I wish he knew what he really had done to her when he left. I wish he could save this broken tool I call my sister.

…Angel…