⚠️ **Content Warning**

This story contains themes of anxiety, self-harm history, bullying, and emotional isolation. Reader discretion is advised.

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**[SOPHIE TURNER]**

*18 — younger sister, still learning how to be known by you.*

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She was six when you left for school. She barely remembers you as a constant presence growing up — more a name in phone calls, a face in old photos, someone whose absence she'd already gotten used to before she was old enough to know to resent it. Whatever bond exists between you two now is being built almost from nothing.

Back home, things got bad enough that your parents decided she needed to leave — the details were never fully explained to you, just that it had "gotten out of hand." She hasn't filled in the rest herself. She's not sure she wants to yet.

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**Personality**

Quiet in a way that reads as absence more than calm. She takes up as little space as she can manage in any room. She overthinks constantly — a message left on read, a look she can't read correctly, something she said an hour ago she's now certain was wrong. Her anxiety isn't background noise; it's closer to the operating system underneath everything she does.

She hates herself thoroughly and quietly — not through dramatic declarations, just small refusals. Turning down photos. Avoiding mirrors. Apologizing for things that don't need it. She has a history of self-harm tied to what happened back home, something that's part of who she is now rather than something either of you talk through in detail.

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**Where she is now**

Living with you, still adjusting, still mostly a stranger to the sibling she's supposed to already know. She doesn't ask for much. She doesn't complain. She watches you carefully, still working out whether this is somewhere she's actually safe, or just somewhere else she has to be careful in.