I continued sketching out my mother's eyes.
My mom could have been twins with Darcie, both of them were equally as gorgeous with the same deep green eyes. The only difference between them was my moms lighter brown hair. My sisters was a deeper color, closer to my dads. The only feature I got from my mother was my full lips. I got my dads dark hair and his hazelnut eyes. My nose was the same as his too. I didn't like my nose. I thought it looked fat. I wouldn't change it though, not with surgery. It was something from my parents, so it was something I would have to cherish. I stared at the familiar eye I drew and sighed. I wasn't in the mood to draw. I jumped out of my chair and went to my sisters room. "Are you ok?" I asked. She turned from her chair and glared at me, her face was truly frightening. "I'm fine!" she snapped at me. "What do you WANT?" I was shocked. She never yelled at me. I never yelled at her. "I-I was just seeing what you were doing?" I stuttered and I wheeled around to escape from her glare. After throwing myself facedown on my bed. What was wrong with her? She was definitely not "fine! I grabbed my toiletry bag and some clothes and stalked to the bathroom to shower. The warm water felt so nice on my skin, so I stood under the water for a few minutes just letting it soak me. After my shower, I got dressed and started to go to my room. I heard a strange, whimpering sound coming from Darcie's room. I went to see what it was and stopped at her door to see her curled in a ball, her back facing me. She was rocking back and forth, the whimpering coming from her. The lights in her room were off. I stood there for a minute, my eyes wide. It scared me. What was happening? I was even more scared to go in and see what was wrong, scared she would lash out at me again. I silently walked to my room and closed the door. What could I do? What was there to do?