I knew she felt numb. I knew she felt like you could slap her across the face and she wouldn't even feel it,nor would she even care.

When he told me, it felt like he literally just slipped out his pocket knife and shot it right through my chest. I remember how wide my eyes had gotten and how I felt the acid in my stomach rising into my throat...

Right then, I felt a little numbness of my own.

How could he...? Had he no heart...?
No...That's right. He didn't.

And my so-called "best friends"...They stood on either side of him against me, agreeing with his immaturity. How could they...? Why would they...? What did my wonderful and bright sister ever do to them...?

Was it her smiles...? Her laughs...?
Or was it her on his arm...?
Something that had been...

...That's right.

They were jealous. They had to have always been. They both liked him. I was there when they had both fallen quite hard for him. They must not have been able to handle my sister's chance at happiness.

We'd been backstabbed, my sister and I.

The feeling of it was so different from any other. I knew my dear sister had felt it before, but I never had.

Now my sister's tears taint her once rosy and high-spirited cheeks. Her smile was now turned upside down with relentless, heart-broken sobs escaping from her lips.

I couldn't take it.

I just wanted to storm right up to him and beat my fists into his face until someone stopped me...Someone had to stop me, because I knew I'd never stop.

As for his best friend...I'd offered him my friendship, and he'd denied it, probably thinking he was tough and didn't need it. Well, I didn't need him.I only felt sorry for him.

And I only wish I knew how I could help my dear sister. Her world--Our world was so full of them...

...Those backstabbers.