RippledStatic
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- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
Daniel was stressed, weeks had passed and slowly his sister had changed, at first he was worried she was sick but now he realized it was even worse then that. His little baby sister was doing drugs, and not just weed either, from the way she looked and acted she was on something much worse, and it scared the shit out of him. The 19 year old was just finished highschool and was taking a year off trying to work and save some money, so he would see her almost everyday, they had always been very close but lately she had been drifting away. First she would always miss dinner, then came the sudden outbursts of anger, it all pointed to a change in her lifestyle, but it took a few weeks for Danny to realize what she was doing.
The brown haired green eyed young man was now resting against the railing outside her door, arms crossed, staring at the foot of her door in thought. He was dressed in his pajamas, a plaid pair of pants and a black tshirt, it was still somewhat early in the morning and he had just heard her coming in the house, it was finally time to confront her, to help her get out of whatever she had gotten herself into, he wasn't going to lose his sister no matter what he had to do.
Walking with bare feet across the carpet he knocked on her door, but after a moment he opened it anyways, eyes looking around the still somewhat dark room "hey...." he said softly, the kind of voice a husband might use to talk to his wife after they had a fight and had calmed down. "I need to talk to you, no it cant wait, no we cant do it another time, we need to talk and now." he said, voice growing more confident and stern, not angry, he could never be angry at his little sister, but he had to show her he wasn't going to let things continue like they have.
The brown haired green eyed young man was now resting against the railing outside her door, arms crossed, staring at the foot of her door in thought. He was dressed in his pajamas, a plaid pair of pants and a black tshirt, it was still somewhat early in the morning and he had just heard her coming in the house, it was finally time to confront her, to help her get out of whatever she had gotten herself into, he wasn't going to lose his sister no matter what he had to do.
Walking with bare feet across the carpet he knocked on her door, but after a moment he opened it anyways, eyes looking around the still somewhat dark room "hey...." he said softly, the kind of voice a husband might use to talk to his wife after they had a fight and had calmed down. "I need to talk to you, no it cant wait, no we cant do it another time, we need to talk and now." he said, voice growing more confident and stern, not angry, he could never be angry at his little sister, but he had to show her he wasn't going to let things continue like they have.