We make our own demons

I was crying on the floor as everything came back to me. I was filled with regret and shame. Back then I cared so much about my own reputation that I didn't care that my sister who was wrongfully accused was suffering all by herself. She was already abandoned by everyone, and I abandoned her too despite my promise. Never did I ever imagine what she was going through.

"I shouldn't have done that" I sobbed heavily.

"Yes, you shouldn't". Margaret finally spoke after I was done with my own story. "But you can't change the past". She said with a sorrow.

"Tell me, you don't find it infuriating, that what I did to her is acceptable". I asked her in between my sobs. She was a quick to judge person, and at this moment I needed that version of her. If she would reprimand me, tell me how disappointed she was with what I did, maybe I would feel much better.

"I do, but you didn't put your blame on her. You did as much any high school kid could do". She told me.