iii. Benoit

Part of me still thinks that Reese is alive. Part of me says that my baby sister has been locked in a tower, or some nonsense like that –
She was always acting like the faerie tale princess anyway, so it would fit for her.

Not a lot of people know that I actually care about my sister like that – some say that it's an 'understood' thing, that Reese and I don't really talk about it, but we know…
And then there are some people who think I could care less.

But Reese has been there a lot more than anyone else has. After the surgery, she'd sit in my room and just – well, just sit there.
I suppose a lot is understood between the two of us. We've never really had to say a word to each other –
She's a few years my junior, but…

There's something about your 'baby' sister showing up in a hospital room at three in the morning with chocolate chip cookies and her guitar, saying she was 'in the neighborhood' and thought that I could use a visit.
She was…is…thoughtful.

Even to people that don't really deserve it.

Of course, she'd be staring at me right now, those bright blue green eyes giving me 'the look.' It wasn't something overly threatening, but –
My sister, apparently, had at one point, had decided she was patron saint of the rest of the world.

I'm the Canadian Crippler.
She's the Canadian Mother Teresa.

It's kind of tough, though, waking up and knowing that she's not armed with a pillow, or that she's not going to waltz in on one of her rose-coloured creative streaks and announce she'd just written the greatest lyrics…
She's…a spirit. Someone told her that once – she says she's still trying to figure out what it means.

Some days – she tries to figure out what everything means. She says everyone has a purpose, even if we can't stand them at times (usually, during this speech, she gives me that pointed look).
And…yeah.

It's a pain in the ass sometimes.

But…my sister's disappeared.
They think she's dead.

It's taking all the self-control I have not to rip certain people's faces off
Reese wouldn't like it.
I personally don't care…
But she has…had…
Why am I having issues with this? She's still alive. Has to be.

There's no other way I can look at it.

But…I'll kill who took her.