Just a little idea I came up with today. This is my first glee-fic, so I will see how it goes and where it goes. Enjoy.
Name. Antoni Santiago del Sol Rodríguez.
Relationship to the patient. Step brother. He paused, pondered something for a moment, and scribbled out the first word. Only problem was- the step part smeared over the whole line and he couldn't read anything. No surprise there – he screwed up everything. Now he could add a visit request to the repertoire. He walked over to the gray-haired and long-faced lady at the front desk and asked for another visitor request form. He began writing again, taking more care not to smear anything.
Reason for visiting. I want to visit my g*****n sister! Since when do I need to explain that. Of course, he did not write that. But that was what he was thinking.
It shouldn't be me writing this. She would have done a better job; she was more intelligent after all. It wasn't her mistakes that caused her to be stuck there, but mine. Unfortunately, however, that was the past and we cannot change it. That's what everyone tells me at least. Bla-bla-bla. It ain't true, and it sure has hell ain't right. Sure, my sister has made some mistakes in her life – some big ones. But she doesn't deserve to end up like that. I have been thinking – everyone puts the blame on someone. Mostly her, some people blame me as well.
The thing that angers me the most is that they never gave her the chance to tell her story. They never gave her a shoulder to lean on, cry on, none of that stuff. By the time I came around – the damage was already done. She couldn't trust anyone, let alone her new older stepbrother.
Now it is too late for her to tell her story.
So I guess that I will have to.