A/N: I was writing the next chapter of Noughts, Crosses and a Not So Happy Ending, and I realised a bit of what I was writing was like the start of a completely separate one-shot. So here it is! (I'll write chapter 26 of that another time. Sorry :P)!
A Sister Lost:
Callum:
A few months had past and I found myself thinking about my sister. When she died I couldn't cry, I thought something was wrong with me, but then I realised it just hadn't sunk in that she was really gone. Even when read the letter it didn't feel real, but at the same time it was the most real thing ever. It was just like one minute she was there, the next she was gone. I remember the events leading up to her death. Ever little detailed. Every day I had thought about her, even though I tried not to. I wanted to hate her. I wanted to hate her for leaving me in this alone. I know I still had Mum, Dad and Jude, but it wasn't the same as Lynny. Lynny was the one who always understood me, the one who could always calm me down. Without her I felt so lonely. Without her I felt out of place in this family. Without her…I couldn't hate her. I could never hate Lynny. I love her too much. I hated how life was making me grow up so far, and how it was trying to pull apart my family and my whole life.
Lynette, oh Lynny, why didn't you tell me. If I had known, I could've helped you. I could've convinced you there was something to live for. I could've convinced you that live was worth living. I could've shown you the world the way I see it; a harsh, cruel, unfair, evil place, but with love and hope and dreams and things that made it great. Lynny, you should've talked to me. You should've really talked to me.
Oh but you tried, didn't you? You told me you missed being bonkers. That was you trying to explain to me that too much was wrong wasn't it? If only I had noticed. You were too subtle, Lynny, far too subtle. I wasn't smart enough to pick up on it. And now you're gone.
I'll do like you're letter said, Lynny, I promise you that. I'll go on living. I'll make something of myself. And I will try my damned hardest to make me and Sephy work. I won't let history repeat, Lynny, I promise you that.
And for the first time I found myself in tears over my sister's death