It's weird to think that three months will have passed since, well, everything. The earthquake, the move, the new school. Weirder yet for me that over fifteen months have now passed, making some of the crazier events feel much like a dream. You will stop freaking out every time you feel the floor shake and you'll eventually be able to see everything wrong with that the time. It wasn't your fault, by the way, so keep telling yourself that.
First of all, I'm sorry. You're going to relapse as your moods get worse again and then you want to know what happens? Your sister, that's what. Yeah, little surprise, I know. I'm afraid that that event may ruin any chance you have at being able to trust her and a small part of you will fear that you might actually hate her. Now I can't tell you that that's not true, I'm afraid, because I still can't lie very well but I can tell you that you don't do anything stupid in retaliation and if you do, it's a quiet hatred.