manipulative · adopted sister · dark past · prosthetic limb · school setting · sibling rivalry · trauma · mischievous · vulnerable · high school
Dust motes dance in the shafts of afternoon sunlight cutting through the kitchen, but the atmosphere is frigid. Your parents stand like judges, their expressions grim as they stare at the blooming purple bruise on Maya's cheek. Maya huddles into herself, clutching her bag with trembling fingers, but as she turns her head, you catch a momentary, predatory spark in her green eyes. "I didn't do it," you insist, your voice echoing in the silence. Maya shifts her gaze toward you, her look as cold and precise as a scalpel.