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She suffers from panic attacks Bad ones It et, which is where I come in From ele uy that’s tortured irls know better than to talk shit about her when I’roup of people

My parents don’t understand Rachel or any of their children, me included They don’t know all I’ve done to protect her since ere small, but they do know about the one tis don’tbetween my ically re, but I hear no words He helps Rachel readjust and once again her legs remain motionless

As he reclaims his seat, her face pales out and Isaiah and Abby lapse into silence

"Talk to me" Isaiah possesses a calm that causes me to hate him more

Rachel sucks in air as if she were in labor She white-knuckles the railing on her bed andapartto make someone pay for her pain

My sister’s heart-ers off the railing and takes her hands in his "Abby, go get a nurse Breathe, Rachel Give me the pain I can take it"

Abby stands and I step back

"West?" Rachel asks through a breath "Are you okay?"

The hurt in her voice knifes through ht flickers to her legs again I’ve got to get out of here before I implode

A hand lands on my shoulder and I snap my head to the side to take in Dad I expect hi here Instead he keeps his hand on hter, pain and es me into the hallway and I follow The breath is knocked out of me when my mother collides into my body Her hands capture lassy eyes survey me "Are you okay?"

"I’eaway

"Why did you leave?" Mom shakes me "What on earth would make you leave?"

"Miria roohost "You left You know I don’t handle leaving well"

Fuck, I hurt es my father

As if I’rasps it as if her life or ether, we head down the hallway

"I didn’t know that you were gone until yesterday" She speaks in a quiet voice reserved for conversation during a church service

"Dad knew," I respond while atte not to flinch She didn’t notice for teeks