I NEED YOUR HELP (17)

I grimaced as I rubbed my hand over my face. It seemed like the night was never-ending and the more time I spent here — staring at my mother, The more emotionally drained I felt.

I bit my lip and winced as the taste of blood invaded my mouth, The dull ache in my head suddenly because stronger and I shut my eyes before I sprung them open again.

“Coffee?” I heard a voice ask beside me, I turned my head to see my sister, Rye. She was holding two cups of coffee with one almost shoved in my face, her lips were pursed in a line and her straight black hair looked disheveled.

I muttered some thanks under my breath as I accepted the coffee and took a sip. Silence reigned on us for a few moments before she finally spoke up. “Why do you think she did this?” Rye’s voice sounded heavy with emotion. I wish I had the answer to her question though, but the truth was the same question had plagued my thoughts for the past few hours.

My mother was ever