Melomiri

The Room Without a Lock

Language: en

I grew up in the suffocating shadow of my older sister. Whenever I caught the flu, my parents would scoff: "Kaitlyn never missed a day of school when she was your age." When my grades slipped, the refrain was instant: "Kaitlyn took the exact same AP track and graduated top of her class every single year." And when I broke down, sobbing that I was exhausted and just needed to breathe, they shut me down: "Kaitlyn ran on four hours of sleep her entire senior year. What right do you have to complain?" Then the headaches started. A dull, relentless throbbing behind my eyes that eventually…

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