She struggled to be a good sister. She forced herself to send at least one text every two days. To be there for him.

"You're not trying to be there for him. You just want him to think that you're a good sis."

Her boyfriend, or whatever he actually was, could see through her. This bothered her at first. It was also the reason why she kept him around.

The other guys would compliment her. Admiring what a good sister she was. All she would ever think was 'how dumb can you be. Can you not see what i'm actually doing?'

He put on a song. 

Mr. Brightside

. She got ready to make a comment about it. Held her tongue. She knew she always ragged on him for liking this song. Hadn't he grown out of that juvenile phase, she would ask usually. But today she watched him nodding his head and getting up to dance.

He could dance quite well for a regular person. Most people couldn't dance at all. But compared to a real dancer... like The Blue Man... he couldn't move shit. She found this endearing. Because he was a big goof, she felt comfortable being open about things.

Like the fact that her brother was descending into 

alcoholism

. That he was hearing voices. And at first the voices were his own. But now they were becoming their own thing.