Okay, this is the thing with Ellie's sister, Jesse. There'll be a bunch of flashbacks, and Paige will be in it a bit. Review, you cracker whores. Haha, just kidding. But seriously. I need some reviews. What happened to getting reviews every fucking chapter? Yes, bitches. Reviews actually help.

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Ellie's POV

As I waited for Mom to come pick me up from school, I couldn't help but think about Jesse. She lived with us when we were back in Montreal. When I was eleven or twelve, Jesse was like my mom. She was seventeen and beautiful. She was like the hot big sister that all of the girls wanted. But I was the one that got her.

Jesse was gorgeous. She had curly red hair and acid green eyes.

"Elles, c'mere," Jesse said, putting her hand out.

I took her hand.

Jesse lifted me onto her lap. "I'm going out with Scotty tonight, but afterwards, just me and you, we'll have a movie night," she explained, squeezing my sides. "And I'm going to feed you pizza, since you're so effing skinny."

I laughed. "Okay," I whispered in her ear as I gave her a hug. She smelled like roses. Eleven-year-old me smiled and jumped off her lap, accidentally hitting her wrist.

"Shit," Jesse cried. She looked up at me. "I'm sorry, Elles. Just go, I'll come to your room to wake you up when I get home, okay? Okay, Elles?" she smiled sadly at me. "Okay?" she whispered.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Jess, is your wrist hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a little."

"What happened?"

"I -"

"Jesse, are you okay?"

"Yeah, honey, I'm fine. Go to sleep, it's getting late."

I didn't know it then, but Jesse had been cutting herself since she was thirteen. The night before she went out with Scotty, they'd gotten in a fight and she had slit her wrists.

"Elle?" Mom asked from the doorway of the nurses office. "What's wrong?"

"I was thinking about something," I replied.

"Thinking about what?"

The daughter that you drove to the brink of insanity. "Nothing, it's not important."

"Are you sure, honey? You look like you're going to cry."

"I was thinking about Jesse."

"Oh."

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"Mom, do you remember when Jesse really lost it?" I asked, sipping on my milkshake.

"Yes," she whispered.

"What really happened?"

"She just had a breakdown and stole the car. She crashed, Ellie. It wasn't anyone's fault."

"You're lying."

"Pardon me?"

"I remember that her and I were playing Barbies and then you wanted to talk to her. When she came back she was crying. You told her something that killed her, Mom. She was already broken. What the fuck did you say?"

"I told her that she had three days to get her stuff out," Mom whispered, pulling over on the highway.

"Why, Mom? Jesse was helping me. She was helping me out, Mom! She was helping me with my brutal eating disorder! If Jesse hadn't - would I be this fucked up?" Tears threatened to spill onto my cheeks.

"Ellie, you're Barbies are beautiful," Jesse said, sitting on her feet on my floor.

"Thanks, Jess," I replied, moving Ken out of the way of the bright pink convertible.

"Jessica, could I take you from Eleanor for a second?" Mom yelled.

"Yeah, sure, Ma." She stood up and left the room, but not before kissing me on the forehead.

And then I continued playing with my Barbies as Jesse came back in the room, mascara tears spilling down her cheeks. "I've gotta go for a little while, okay, kid?"

I nodded, hugging her. "I love you, Jesse," I whispered.

"I love you, Ellie," she replied, kissing my cheek and wiping away a tear that had slipped down my cheek. "And you're too pretty to cry, okay, babe?" Jesse smiled sadly then went to the door, taking the car keys.

Jesse died that night. Some say that she lost control of the car, but others say that she slammed the guardrail on purpose. I don't know, really, but I miss her.

In some ways, Jesse was more than just the cool big sister. She was my savior when I was little. She really helped me, let me know that I wasn't alone. That she was in the same boat that I am. But I guess that doesn't matter now. I still have Marco. I have Paige. I have Ashley. I'm okay now.

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Paige's POV

"Hello?" I greeted Ellie on my cell.

"Hey," she whispered.

"You okay, hon?" I asked.

"Yeah," she cleared her throat, "I'm okay."

"Do you want me to come over, sweetie?" I asked, slipping on my sock.

"That would be super," Ellie whispered. "I want to talk to you. It would make me feel better...about myself. About us."

"'Kay, babe, I'll be there in ten." I hit 'End' and sighed.

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Ellie's POV

I hugged Paige as soon as she walked through the door. "Are you okay, hon?" she whispered into my ear.

"I'll be okay once I talk to you," I replied, taking her hand and leading her upstairs.

"Elle, you're scaring me," Paige said, sitting down on my bed.

"Just, sit. I'll explain." Ellie paced back and forth, chewing her lip. "Did you ever know that I'm not an only child?" she asked quietly, looking at me with huge hazel eyes.

"No."

"Well, I have - I had a sister named Jesse. She was like my best-friend-mother type of thing. When I was ten or eleven, she still lived with us. I had an eating disorder back then, and Jesse was helping me. She would feed me little portions of food, blah blah blah. But then, one day, Mom told Jesse that she had to move out. Jesse was pissed, so she said good-bye to me and stole the car. She crashed and died instantly." I gulped.

"Oh, Ellie," Paige whispered, opening her arms for me.

I hugged Paige, my tears falling into her hair.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I am now."

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Yay, chapter. Coolies, right? Sorry if the Jesse thing wasn't detailed a bunch. Oh well. Much love,

Zoe