I heaved a long sigh as I pulled the food out of the ancient stove. I cut two pieces of the savory pie threw them on plates. I placed the food on the table just as Darcie stumbled through the door. Her face was paler than normal and her beautiful green eyes were wide. She didn't appear to be looking at me, lost in thought. I looked at her questioningly, waiting for my sister to come back to the present. Finally, she blinked and gave me a smile I knew was forced. "That looks good" she said, eyeing the food on the table. We both sat down, the only sound our forks scraping on our plates. The silence made me anxious. "So.. How was your day?" I attempted to fill the silence. I looked over to see why she didn't respond and found her staring at her place. I cleared my throat, trying to catch her attention. "Hmm?" She mumbled. "I saiddddd how was your day?" "Good" she answered too quickly, adding nothing else. I wouldn't make her add on if she didn't want to. Instead, I examined her face, trying to figure out what was evidently bothering her. Her beautiful brown curls I was always jealous of framed her face, a curtain. Her full pink lips looked pale, almost sickly. Her eyes were still off and her clear skin was still too pale. Even with her mouth full of food, and her face almost sick looking, she was still impossibly beautiful. I would forever be jealous of her effortless beauty, I was dull looking, boring, in comparison. She felt my scrutinizing gaze and looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and pink filled her cheeks. "Why are you watching me eat?" She complained. I rolled my eyes, but looked down at my plate instead. When she finished eating, she went over to wash her plate. "Thanks for dinner" she mumbled. "Your welcome"

She wandered off to her room. It was eerily quiet when she left. I missed the sound of my mother humming while cleaning her plate, my father laughing and swinging my sister around. I missed my parents more than I thought was possible. They both died in a train wreck. It was just me and my younger sister. We were all we had. I got up, interrupting my mourning. After the dishes were clean, the kitchen was sparkling, I wondered to my own room. I threw myself on my bed. I wondered what was wrong with Darcie. She wasn't her usual chatty self. That worried me, the last time she was like this was after our parents funeral. The curiosity was burning inside of me, but I didn't want to nag. Maybe later I would ask. I decided to make myself busy and work on the giant drawing I was doing of my parents.