"Kaniko."
I hear her now.
The door to my room opens as her soft footsteps come over, the scent of marijuana comes off her. Her eyes are glazed as a hand rests on top of my head and pushes through my hair, a soft smile is found on her face.
I looked at her wrist, a needle was there, she usually covers it up but it seems she's too high.
I hear her again.
"Kaniko, I should've let father take you with him. You deserve better Niko." I see tears well up in her eyes and they fall as her words become jumbled and sobs are found "I-I can't give you anything that he can…"
I want to protect her.
I want my older sister of 6 years to be happy not crying while petting my hair.
I know she wants to see me happy, but I want her to be happy first.
Her head now rested in my lap as a small whisper left her lips "I'm sorry Kaniko, I'm trying."
That's all that matters. That's what I wanted to say to her but before I could open my mouth to say those words she was gone and my door was shut tightly.
"I will protect you big sister."
I want to protect her.
