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I sit on the cold floor for God knows how long, just staring at Candice's body. She's lying very still and I'm convinced that she's dead. I want to feel something; anger, frustration, disbelief, horror; but I feel nothing. I'm just numb. I don't look up when medics come in with a stretcher, and I don't look at them when one suggests that I should come with them just in case I'm traumatized. When she tries to touch my face, I stare at her, my expression cold. She gets it because she steps away without a word. I watch as the blood left on my bed seeps deeper into the white sheets. Why is there so much of it? I jerk upright when it hits me that Candice must have been a virgin. I bite my lip to keep my horrible memories away. This is not about me. My sister has just been defiled