I'm so confused.

Sometimes I think that everything's normal in my life...or at least I pretend that it is. My mother seems to be pretty sane again, and hasn't done anything particularly worrying for a while. My sister is a different story, though. I think I said before that she was getting better, after her illness of Anorexia, but maybe I was wrong.

I'm not quite as stupid as I must seem. She doesn't act quite...normal, or as she should do. She's fine around my parents or anybody else, but not to me. She makes me eat more than I want to, and then watches me do so like a hawk. Whenever I reach into the fruit bowl for an apple, she whisks it away and gives me a biscuit, saying that I'd like it more.

She's not my mother, and even my mother wouldn't be so overprotective. I'm hoping that my sister's just worried for me; maybe that she just hopes I'm not anorexic, too, but it's scary. She's scary.

Things are getting harder, the more normal people act, because I know that somethings still going on.

WOD: Normality