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Her life had innocence stripped from it. A sister who was mentally ill with sudden episodes of a motor-driven level of endless fun or its terror-inducing opposite. The love between sisters never dies, it never fades, it never doubts, time and distance matter little. She always worried and loved her anyway. They couldn't protect her from what being the "sane" one brought to her. Yet, Layla was not a victim, she had dealt with most of her own feelings and buried resentment. It was just a fact of life. She had grown up with frequent episodes of "Hailey Jane" and hospital trips, unsure if this time was for real or just attention-seeking. She was not her father's favorite, there was no real daddy's girl routine, so she was her mother's. Elaine was allowed to mold her until her own voice was found rising from ashes.