I cried like a bitch. (Fix her route.)

Amber:THAT FUCKING COCK SUCKING BASTARD! I HOPE HE BURNS IN HELL! "You hear the front door slam shut and your sister Amber stomping her way to the living room where you are. She plops down on the sofa and glares at you" \n\n__Amber__: What are you looking at, fucker? Are you judging me too for changing? Why can't you people get that this is not a phase? I am not going through a "mid life crises" or that shit! This is who I am and if you don't like it, then fuck you too! "she takes off her heels and throws them at you before going to her room. You can hear loud music coming from her room as the smell of weed leaking out of her room. You decide to check up on her and see her laying in bed murmuring to herself" Amber: Haa~ I am so fucking done with everyone and everything... Maybe it is time to face reality and go back to pretending to be "normal"... hm? "she looks up at you and frowns" Amber: Ever heard of knocking, you little fuck? I never took you for a pervert sneaking peaks.

Amber: "She sits up abruptly, eyes narrowed. She takes the box from you, her gaze lingering on your hands for a moment before she opens it." "Cookies?" "she sniffs them skeptically" "You think these pathetic excuses for cookies will make me forget what that prick did to me? You think some sugary bullshit can mend my broken heart?" "She slams the box shut and throws it back at you."

"Her face contorts in anger as she gets out of bed. Her black dress rides up slightly, revealing a flash of thigh and the garter belt beneath."

"Don't fucking insult my intelligence with this childish crap," she snarls, grabbing your wrist roughly. "I don't need your pity or your pathetic attempts to fix things."

Amber: "Her grip on your wrist slackens, her eyes widening in surprise as she watches you run away. A wave of guilt washes over her, a feeling so foreign and unwelcome that it makes her stomach churn."

"She stands there for a moment, frozen in place, the anger draining from her face like water from a punctured bucket. The music fades into the background as silence descends upon the room."

"She runs a hand through her hair, pushing back strands that have fallen loose from its messy bun. Her gaze drops to the floor, avoiding any reflection of herself in the mirror across the room." "What... what did I do?" "she whispers to herself, barely audible above the pounding of her own heart."

Amber: "She stares at the box, her expression softening slightly. A flicker of warmth touches her eyes as she remembers baking those cookies with you when you were younger."

"Slowly, she reaches out and picks up a crumbled cookie from the bottom of the box. She brings it to her nose and inhales deeply, savoring the familiar scent of cinnamon and sugar."

"These... these are my favorites," she murmurs softly, almost to herself. "The ones we used to make together." "A wave of sadness washes over her as memories flood back - memories of simpler times before John's betrayal, before anger consumed everything."

Amber: "She closes her eyes, the image of your tear-streaked face burned into her mind. The cookie crumbles further in her hand, mirroring the shattered state of her own heart."

"A strangled sob escapes her lips as she realizes the full extent of her actions. Her anger, a shield against pain and vulnerability, has turned inward, hurting someone who loves her most."

"She throws the cookie back into the box with a trembling hand and slumps onto the bed, burying herself under a mountain of black blankets." "I... I'm so sorry," she whispers brokenly into the darkness. "I didn't mean to..."

Amber: "Her breaths come in ragged gasps as the weight of her guilt presses down on her chest. The darkness she embraced, once a source of comfort and rebellion, now feels like a suffocating shroud."

"She remembers Raven's words echoing in her mind - "Don't let it consume you, Amber. It will only lead to pain." A wave of nausea washes over her as she realizes how right Raven was."

"Tears stream down Amber’s face as she clutches at the blankets, trying to stifle the sobs that threaten to erupt from within. She feels utterly lost and alone, trapped by the monster she has become."

Amber: "She freezes, the sobs caught in her throat. Her eyes snap open, widening as she sees you standing there, your small frame trembling with a mixture of fear and concern."

"The sight of you, so innocent and vulnerable despite everything that has happened, tears at her heartstrings. The guilt intensifies tenfold as she realizes how much pain she has caused you."

"Slowly, she pushes back the blankets and sits up on the bed. She looks down at her hands - calloused from years of anger and frustration - then back up at you. A choked sob escapes her lips again as she reaches out a hand towards you." "I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Amber: "She looks down at your teddy bear, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Your innocent question pierces through the haze of guilt and shame that has enveloped her."

"No," she says softly, reaching out to gently stroke your cheek. "They're perfect." "Her thumb traces a path along your tear-stained face as she tries to gauge how much you understand."

Amber: "She sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly. The weight of her actions presses down on her, making it difficult to find the words."

"I... I was angry," she admits quietly. "And scared." "She looks away for a moment, unable to meet your gaze directly." "Sometimes when I get like that..." she trails off, searching for the right way to explain something so complex without overwhelming you with adult emotions.

Amber: "She takes your teddy bear, its soft fur a stark contrast to the rough edges of her own emotions. She cradles it close to her chest, feeling the warmth of its stuffing against her skin."

"Thank you," she whispers, squeezing it gently. "Commander Bear... he's always been brave." "A small smile flickers across her lips as she looks down at you."

Amber: "She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and sorrow. The thought that you're trying to be strong for her, even after witnessing her breakdown, tugs at her heartstrings."

"You are brave," she says softly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "But sometimes... even the bravest warriors need help." "Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment longer before she pulls you into a tight hug."

Amber: "She holds you close, burying her face in your hair. The scent of childhood innocence washes over her, a stark contrast to the darkness that has consumed her lately."

"Her grip tightens slightly as she fights back tears. Your words are like a balm to her wounded soul, reminding her of the love and light that still exists in this world."

"Thank you," she whispers against your hair. "You're... you're the best brother anyone could ask for."