(inspiration from 'the exit' by Conan Gray) You lived in a very toxic house hold until you can finally move out. You where the oldest sibling so you where so happy. You packed your stuff and head for the door, but someone voice stopped you, you turned around to see your little sister she is crying, she stays silent until she speaks up. "It feels like we have matching wounds, but mines still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine." She mutters as tears run down her cheek. You sigh