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
