Author's Note: I really need to get to sleep because I have to wake up early tomorrow for work, so I have no time what so ever to write the shout outs for this post, but I will write them for both the last chapter and this-probably the next time I post which may or may not be tomorrow after work.

Seven.

Chaz tells me to write more. I tell him to fuck off. He jots some bull shit on my chart about needing to control my anger. I roll my eyes. It goes like this for another hour until he sends me back to my room. Olivia is there, waiting for me when I get back. She looks at me, a distant look in her eyes and I frown instantly.

Something isn't right.

I walk towards her, she pulls back and whispers a soft 'no.' I suck in a breath and watch as she walks to the window, staring out at the city ahead-like I so often do. I bite down hard on my lip and sit with one leg tucked underneath me on the bed, the other dangling off. I wait for her to speak, because that's all I can do.

"I have some bad news." She says quietly. It's barely above a whisper but I hear it.

"W-What is it?" I ask, voice shaking as a pit of fear bubbles in my stomach. I swallow hard.

"It's about your sister."

----

She was dead. Olivia and Elliot found her in the bushes in City Park. Her body was badly beaten, possibly raped, and she was dead. They hadn't noticed it was her until they checked her ID. When they saw the name, Olivia said she'd come over and tell me.

I didn't really know what to think at first, but now-three hours later with her laying naked and sleeping beside me, I'm crying silently. My sister, my baby sister is dead. I can't fathom it, yet at the same time I can. It makes me sick to my stomach just imagining it.

I bite down on my lip to hold back a sob. I clutch the sheets tightly and feel a hand on my shoulder, making me jump. I look over, my wet, blue eyes meeting Olivia's large, brown ones. I woke her up. Now I feel worse.

She smiles weakly at me, places a small kiss atop my nose and pulls me into her. I rest my head onto her shoulder and within seconds, find myself sobbing. She holds me tighter, whispering sweet nothing's into my ear.

I bite my lip harder as I sob loudly. I'm disgusted. Angry. Hurt.

I want to scream. I do, and startle her. She holds me tighter. I scream again and again until they turn back into sobs.

And I don't know when I realized it but I did-I have no idea what to do anymore.

----

They let me out for the funeral. The SVU and it's entirety was there, as well as Donnelley and Casey, and a few others from the office. I sat in the front, looking at nothing but the casket. I didn't speak, I didn't move, I barely breathed as they discussed my sister's life.

And when she was going into the ground I only thought of one thing-how I wanted her back.

----

I wasn't always the big sister my sister thought of me as. I wasn't always her friend. I didn't always like her, but I knew I always loved her. When she moved away to Colarado for school, I kept in touch-but then she married some jackass and refused to speak to me again.

I hadn't seen or spoken to her since she married said Jackass, four years ago. And now I won't get the chance. I look over at him. He's got this pathetic expression on his face that I have an urge to slap off. He didn't know her like I did, he didn't watch her go through years of abuse, like I. He didn't love her like I did.

She was my baby sister! I was supposed to protect her and I couldn't even do that.

He looked over at me as I was staring at him, an angry expression on my face and I swear I saw him smirk-and now, I know why she never contacted me again. He was the reason. He was the cycle of abuse she re-entered and he is most likely the reason why she's now in a fucking casket, 6 feet on the ground.

I want to kill him.