sorry

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   My heart aches. My hands ache. I'm tired. I'm worn. I've been writing and drawing and not expressing myself emotionally. I cry and stop still wanting to further express myself. Why don't I show emotion? I don't know. Maybe I feel stronger, maybe I just don't trust people, maybe I'm a bit messed up in the head.

   "Aries!" my mother shouts from the other room, "I told you to take out the damn trash over an hour ago!" She bursts through my door.

   "I-I'm sorry mom, I just got distracted." I mumble. She glares at me as I slowly get off my bed. I rush past her and come into the kitchen. My little sister sits quietly at the table, drawing with markers. She smiles at me as I grab the trash and unlock the door.

   "Love you sissy!" The five year old beams at me.

   "Love you too," I laugh as I make my way outside. Elegantly, I throw the trash into the bin and see my mother waiting in the doorframe.

   "I'm sorry I snapped at you sweetpea, you know how I get," she says apologetically.

   "And I'm sorry I didn't take it out sooner, I was just finishing a project up and lost track of time," I reply simply. She pulls me into a hug and are immediately interrupted.

   "Mommy, can you please close the door I'm freezing!" Elise exclaims, and I try to escape my mother's grasp.

   "Hon, you okay?" she asks me.

   "Yeah, Elise is cold, we gotta shut the door," I say, trying to shut the door to no avail.

   "Aries," mother says and I don't stop. "Aries." Her voice becomes more commanding. "Aries Elise isn't here, you know that." I stop.

   "N-no. She was right there," I point at an empty chair, "drawing. I-I swear, she was. I saw her mom, I did. You believe me, right?" Her eyes were soft and glassy.

   "Yeah I believe you Aries," she says kind and quiet. "I believe you." She swallows me in a hug and I shut my eyes.

  Her screams and dead eyes were painted on my eyelids and that's when I remembered.