Sister: Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive

I felt her before I saw her. A shift in the air. The scent of vanilla and clove cigarettes.

No. It smells like you. Diesel and desperation. It’s my new sleep aid.

I swung my legs out of bed, suddenly nauseous. “That’s a lie. Why would she lie?”

I didn’t reply. I threw my phone across the room.

“Derek, I didn’t—”

You left your hoodie here. The black one. I’m wearing it right now.

It came at 9:14 AM.