She was undeniably beautiful on first glance and first glance only, but I couldn’t regard her as that because she was hollowed out and broken. Her face was devoid of most human features when I looked closer and when I looked longer. Her eyes, sunken in and crimson, were giant slits in a head which didn’t quite fit.

As she flitted back and forth, she looked normal, then she looked awful and she just kept changing. It was as if I could see beneath the mask and I could see beyond the vestiges of what remained. I couldn’t believe I was looking right at my missing baby sister, Makayla. She didn’t have the ribbons in her hair like she did when she was a little girl, but she had the same scar by her left eye from when she fell as a five-year-old and cut her eye on Mama’s ant...

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