"Um, may I have some water please?" Alicia asked.  Although she much rathered to drown her sorrows in some sort of strong liquor, Alicia was still a bit under the legal drinking age.  Not only that, but she figured water would help her out much more than any other substance could.

She looked over to the white couch.  It looked like a pillow and she wondered if it felt like one too.  The house seemed so empty and lonely, despite all of its beauty.  Maybe this was why Juliette wasn't so excited about living here.  Alicia made her way to the couch and took a tentative seat.  She didn't want to be rude, but figured Juliette might be happy to see her warming up to the place quickly even if she wasn't.  The couch was as soft as it appeared.  The somewhat persistent pain in her back seemed to melt away into the fabric.

"I can't believe he's gone," Alicia murmured.  She struggled grasping the concept that her younger brother was dead.  After all the time and energy she spent trying to keep him alive and happy, he died anyway.  She got nothing in return except for exhaustion and painful memories.