My older sister and I were never close, in fact, she was a terrible sister. We are seven years apart, so I tried my best to fit in with her. She used to try and suffocate me since I was small, and she'd beat me, along with so much more.
Sitting on the park bench, Ava Smalls thought quietly about what to do. Her deceased father haunted her thoughts, telling her it was all her fault. She got up quietly and slowly and walked to the abandoned swings. Calling out to her father in her mind, she sat on the swings, waiting for him to appear. She closed her eyes, hoping he would show up. “Ava.” A voice whispered in her ear, close enough to her to make her eyes pop open.
