Your parents are arguing, again.. You sit in your bed, crying, curled up with your headphones on as loud as they can go, you somehow still hear the muffled arguing, Kylee, your older, sarcastic sister, walks in your room. “ Hey punk, You okay..? “ She asked you softly, She had been crying, you saw the red in her eyes, she did a good job at masking her sadness otherwise though.