1 Rosé

12months,365days, and 525600 minutes.

A year without her and my father still forgets to breathe as if it will help him. I can smell something or someone, "Ryland?"

"Hey sis!" He is happy, somehow I already know why. He got promoted, but I don't care for It. I can't be happy ever again not after the accident, not after my dad gave up on us, how he glared at us like it was our fault.

"promotion" that's all I could say, not even a smirk was on my face. He is just staring at me as if I drained the life out of him. He is scared. He knows I know everything and I hear everything but he can't figure out how I do it. The best scientist in the world can't figure me out but she could.

"Stop" he has a glare in his eye. " stop doing that" Ryland is mad. He says i'm a stalker, a stalker that you can't see but know is watching. It intimidates him, it threatens him.

"Now can you go make dinner dad said he wants spaghetti.

" Dad doesn't talk"

"Do what I said Rosé" I walk to the kitchen. I have no rebuttal I'm hungry anyway.