This short story is about my sister. We had a rough relationship growing up. We never truly recovered. I realize that years and years of scars and damage, have left our relationship too broken to repair. We have never really forgiven eachother for the things we’ve said and done. Honestly, I don’t think we ever will. She will always be the person who tormented me relentlessly as a kid. Even now. We’ve learned to coexist, but we’ve never acknowledged how much we hurt each other. It’s not some petty fight about borrowing a shirt, it was endless physical fights between us. Fighting back with violence was the only way I could get even. She used psychological warfare. I couldn’t. She created my insecurities, and taught me to fear them. On some level I don’t think I’ll every fully forgive her, or get over it. She was my schoolyard bully, except I couldn’t escape her at the end of the day. I had to live with my bully. That’s a tourture I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.