I grabbed my bag and took a warm shower, letting the water sink into my bones. After I showered I got ready for bed, it was already dark. I rubbed my wet hair through a towel as I trudged to my sisters room. She was sitting at her desk, but she didn't appear to be doing anything. Her back was ramrod strait, almost as if she was arching her back. Her eyes looked glazed over as she looked at her wall. I knocked on her wall and she jumped a half foot in the air. Turned to look at me, her face was pale. "Sorry for.. scaring you. I was just gonna say goodnight" I mumbled. "Goodnight." She said. But she didn't say anything else. Her voice sounded detached. Without thinking, I burst. "What is going on with you? Why are you acting so weird? Getting home late, not talking to me, and staring into space?? What's going on??!?" Her face darkened, turning into a bitter mask. She threw her hair over her shoulder. "Nothing is going on!" She snapped in the same detached voice, darkened with anger. "I'm perfectly fine, if anything, there's something wrong with you! Why can't you just leave me the heck alone? I don't WANT to talk to you!" My face went blank with surprise. Then anger seeped into me. "My JOB is to talk to you and make sure your NOT alone. I don't understand why your acting like this. If you didn't have me, you would probably be living on the streets. I do the work here. I cook you food, I make sure you get to see your friends, I clean, I do your laundry. I'm your guardian, so do NOT complain. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." I wheeled out of her room and stomped to my room. I immediately felt guilty. It was my job to take her of her, I shouldn't guilt her into thinking she was a burden. I loved her so much. I don't know what I would do without her. I would apologize in the morning, when we were both cooled off. The guilt was overwhelming. It was my fault she was acting so strange, I didn't give her enough affection. I was not a good guardian. I wished my parents were here. I needed them. I needed guidance. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I quickly rubbed it away. Crying wouldn't do anything. I turned off my lamp and went to bed. I fell into unconsciousness quickly.