victoria x eva magnuson “Please talk to me.”
“Please talk to me.”
Eva was curled in a ball on the edge of her bed, wastebasket inches away from her face. It was 4AM and this was not an unusual position to find her in at this hour.
Victoria wasn’t normally standing in her doorway, however, and Eva wasn’t pleased to see her there. This had nothing to do with her sister, however, and more about her sister seeing her like this.
“I just vomited the entire contents of my stomach into that waste bin, Vee, I don’t really feel like talking,” Eva croaked, rolling over to face away from her sister. It didn’t deter her, however, as Eva felt the weight of her sister sitting at the end of the bed.
“I might projectile vomit on you.”
“That’s okay.”
The pair were silent for a few minutes, each waiting for the other to speak. Eva finally moved, pushing herself up slightly onto the pillow. She had to look terrible.
“What do you want to talk about?” she questioned of her sister, her voice weak. Vee stared at her. “I’m fine, Vee, I keep telling you that.”
“This isn’t fine.”
“I’m a normal twenty one year old exercising my constitutional right to consume as much alcohol as I want,” Eva retorted. Vee sighed, standing up slowly. Eva immediately felt guilty.
“I just don’t want to talk about it, okay?” Eva continued. “Its not what we do… you know, us Magnusons…” she laughed weakly. “We’re not talkers.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t start,” Vee reached forward and pushed some hair out of Eva’s face.
“Maybe after I sleep,” Eva answered,sinking back down into the bed. Vee nodded and, without another word, slipped out of the room.
Both sisters knew that talk wasn’t likely to happen.