Tori was lounging on the sofa, contemplating life with her headphones in. A favourite pastime of hers along with watching movies, blogging about her monotonous irritating life and soul searching (despite insisting vehemently she did not have one). She was joust considering whether going up to get juice would be worth the physical exertion of existing, when Charlie stumbled in, red faced. His hair was a tangled mess of black curls, tears trickling down his thin bruised cheeks. He had a gash on his cheek and his trousers were ripped and dirtied. This was not the first time Charlie had come home from school a whimpering wreck but it was never pleasant for Tori. She cared deeply about her brothers. Besides, she had missed Charlie when he had gone to hospital and then therapy. And envied him slightly, receiving help she never could have dreamed of asking for, But that was irrelevant. Depression and loneliness and constant numbness was different to life threatening anorexia. Her folks had enough on their plate. Charlie never had enough on his plate. That was the problem. Her dark humour was pushed to the side. Charlie was crying heavily in the doorway, that was the problem right now. Her poor brother, who didnt deserve this, and she did not deserve him. Be a better sister Tori!! She berated herself. Nick does a better job then you... She moved to comfort Charlie.

You can take over from Charlie, Tori or add a character of your own!!