Avery
Avery sat alone in her room. She looked at the fading scars on her arm. Since Taylor had come back, she hadn't felt particularly inclined to cut herself. It was the wrong way to react... but it seemed like the best idea at the time.
She looked in the mirror, wondering when it was that she stopped being the little girl she once was, and became this person, this... older, jaded person stuck inside a child's body.
Longing for the better days was not something she should do. Avery had always been taught to be thankful to have what she did. And she was. She just didn't always know how to show it.
It seemed unfair that so much had happened to her family over the year... she loved her family, more than anything in the world. And wasn't that all that mattered?