EVELYN
Nothing but silence.
A silence that has now transformed me into a ghost. Not the weird kind that floats through walls or moves with chains, but the kind that paces the hallways of her room unseen. I couldn't remember the last time I heard my voice bounce off these walls. It was almost like I gave up the right to speak.
And the worst part? I hated that I had shut my parents out. I’ve built this wall between us so thick that even their love couldn't seep through. I know they are trying. Dad knocked the other night, with Mom’s soft tone speaking underneath. I knew they were just scared. Scared that I’d hurt myself. Scared they already lost me. I stayed quiet, not because I didn’t want to open the door, but because I couldn’t bear the look in their eyes if I did.
Stealing was the unforgivable sin in this house. You can fail your exams, waste food, or do worse, but those things passed. But stealing? It never fades. I needed not to be told I hurt them and shattered something we may
