When our older sister died, I quit talking. Not just to strangers, the counselors, and the foster care people we ran away from last month, but to my twin sister Becca too. I quit talking to everyone. Didn't see the point really. They'll all die anyways. Just like mom and dad did. They all leave eventually.
Becca still tries to talk to me sometimes, but mostly I just nod. I'd kill myself but I don't want to leave Becca by herself. Someones got to look out for her. Life's tough on the streets. The foods crappy, the people are mean, and the squats are drafty, but at least we're together.....for now.