He would always know her, and most often he would know her better then she knew herself. Her lung indeed felt better and made her mind believe that she was fine, but she wasn’t. The ache remained and she worried that it would happen again at any moment. If she could just calm her mind and body, if only they didn’t need to discuss the sorrow of their parentage and their kin, then her chest would no longer seize in pain. The girl wanted to believe that every family was this broken, some even had to be worse. There had to those that had a father that was alive and present to rape his daughters. Mothers that ate her children fresh from the womb. Brothers and sisters that fought to the death over puphood rivalries. It could be worse, but this was hard enough for Mati to try and deal with, and as she looked at her brother she found that it was just as hard for him.
Would they ever be right again?
She was grateful that he could forgive her, and that she hadn’t put him in any danger. The peach flavored schnapps would not get anyone besides Mati drunk, but the girl did not know that. To her it was a bottle of the most lethal liquors, though very tangy and sweet. She knew he was stronger, stronger then she was for certain, but it was hard not to feel bad. She felt bad that she was crying in his house, wrinkling the blanket on the chair she sat on, visiting so late at night. Everything she did made her want to cry even harder, and nothing seemed to be right. “I don’t know. She wouldn’t even listen to momma or Savina.” and they had confronted her, taken her by surprise and still she was strong in her conviction. What would turn her around now?