Pandora should have never open her box.

Or at least, Jealous is one thing that should stay behind. Not hope.

Lana looks at her sister. She manage to stay calm, but instead she can't keep herself not to be angry. Angry to her father, to her mother, and especially to herself. For letting this to happen. She's been standing there for about 2 hours, without knowing what to feel. She don't even bother to think about what to do. Angry isn't what she like to feel for now.  She stare to the empty living room, where she left her playing alone with her pillow. Her step mother always told Lana to keep her eye on her. But this time she keep it too long. Her thought begin to wander, it's true what they always say. Never let your mind went blank. The devil would take your place within second. She looks again to her, and suddenly she cry. "I'm Sorry. I didn't meant this."

Her perfectly rounded eyes stare to emptiness, her body feel cold. Motionless. Liveless.