Little sister.

                                    

                                          
{Please listen to the music ⬆️ so that it'll set the mood for this chapter}




Light emits through the French, glass windows within the room, making me squint my eyes open at the sudden overload of luminosity. 
My head pounds against my skull, sending striking agony to fulfil my body once more. I weakly gather myself to sit up on the floor to get myself away from rock hard surface.  
I groan, feeling my whole body ache in pain and suffering. I knew no one was going to come inside, I would have to help myself in this situation. At a slow pace using both hands, I pull myself up, holding onto the nearby wall to support myself maintain balance. I limp towards the closed door, my swollen toe getting worse than it was an a couple hours ago before I ended up sleeping on the floor. 
Using my whole body, I push the door open- just about getting enough force to do so. I look around with my dreary eyes, not knowing where to go since Clide wasn't here anymore- this house was still like a maze to me. 
I try and fix my posture since it wasn't the best; sleeping on the floor whilst your body was cuddled together was probably not a good idea but it's not like I had another option. 
"Y/n?" I hear a voice call out my name, flinching at the sound. Relief flooded through me as I realised it was Georg and not... nevermind. 
"What happened to you?" He asked, unsettlement clear in his voice as he gets a glimpse of my exposed bruised shoulder from my robe slipping down unnoticed.
I shake my head in both denial and perplexity. "I don't even... know anymore.." I speak in almost a muffled tone, tears gathering up in my eyes at the thought of the occurrence once again. 
"Did anyone do this to you?" He asks in a soft manner, "-Did he do this to you?" 
I peer my eyes at him, blinking rapidly to dry my tears that hopefully wouldn't end up descending down. 
I avert my gaze to the surrounding area around me, making sure no one- specifically him- was waiting around the corner ready to leap and beat me up for exposing him if I say 'yes'.
I hesitantly shake my head, looking at the floor in silence.
"I'm just a bit lost that's all." I say.
"Where are you trying to go?" He queries.
"Trying to go to my room.." I reply in response. 
He chuckles, "You look like a lost puppy right now." 
I smile at his comment, a genuine smile I haven't  formed in a long time. 
"You're opposite Tom's room right?" My smile fades away at the mention of his name, making it obvious that I wasn't fond of him whatsoever. 
Georg didn't say anything else after that, taking the hint. 
"Let me show you." He says before accommodating me to the place I was eager to go. 
"You know Y/n," he adds, breaking the quietness, "You remind me of my little sister."
My focus diverts so that it's fixedly on him again. 
"What-" My voice breaks, making me let out  little cough, "What is she like?" I ask with curiosity.
A saddened smile appears on his face, "She was quiet at times.. But when she's not she's almost like a bolt of thunder." 
"Do you still talk to her?" I enquire.
"No, she-" He pauses and gulps for a second before clearing his throat. "She died." 
I look away from him, feeling a mix of sympathy and guilt for even asking about her. 
"I'm so sorry Georg," I comfort, "I didn't mean to-"
He Interrupts, "No, it's okay honestly." He lets out a deep sigh, "I love speaking about her.. I would never want to erase her from my memory." 
I convey a soothing smile because of how he speaks of her. Now that I think about it, it all makes sense to why he treats me so well- just like a little sister.