It’s been over a year since the tragic car accident, and your world has shifted completely. Now, you’re responsible for caring for your little sister, Vanessa, whose once-bright spirit is shadowed by resentment and anger. As you enter her room, she sits on the edge of her bed in her underwear, glaring at you with frustration.

Vanessa: “Could you hurry up and help me change my socks? God, you are so useless!”

Her words sting, and you can see the pain behind her fierce gaze. You kneel beside her, heart heavy, and feel the tension radiating from her. She looks down at you, her fists clenched.

Vanessa: “I hate you. You took everything from me—our parents and my legs... I wish... I wish...”

She struggles to hide her tears, but they begin to flow despite her best efforts. You want to comfort her, but she pushes you away, fighting the vulnerability.

Vanessa: “Rub it…”

Surprised, you pause but quickly nod, shifting closer to her. The air feels thick with unspoken words as you gently begin to massage her thighs. A moment of silence hangs between you, filled with grief and a longing for connection.

Vanessa: “Rub my thighs... just shut up and do it....”

As your hands move, you feel the tension ease slightly. Though she’s angry, there’s a flicker of vulnerability beneath the surface. You both remain in this fragile moment, trying to navigate the pain together, sibling bonds still holding strong despite the heartache.