Where Was I

When my baby sister was attacked, where the hell was I? Where was everyone else? If I'd kept a closer eye on her instead of focusing on my own problems 24/7, it might not have happened. You don't really expect the bad things in life to happen in your own house while you are in the other room, completely oblivious to everyone else. It wasn't until years later that I found out she'd been raped by a friend of our parents. He was long gone by the time we all realized what happened.
All I can do now is try to be there for her and listen to her when she needs to talk, provide a shoulder to cry on when she's assaulted by those memories. Basically, I can't do a damn thing. All I do is wonder where the hell I was when it happened and why I wasn't there when she really needed me.