Uh..Illya's more of an emo in here. I hope this fic turns out well.
It's my first one EVER!!
-Illyasviel von Einzbern (ME!)
I hated the rain, that's for sure. The sound of those tiny water droplets pitter-pattering in the window was driving me nuts, and the smell of the hospital I was staying isn't make things better. "Oh! You're up early, Illya. You should rest more to feel better, okay?" that blabbering nurse had said. But what was the use of feeling better? I was going to die anyway. I know.
My name is Illyasviel von Einzbern, and I was born with an incurable heart disease. I'm proud of that fact, my heart being weak and all. A lot of doctors had told me it was no use. They're not exactly words of encouragement, but those words made me feel better. I wanted to know when my heart would finally stop.
"Look Illya! These flowers are so pretty." The nurse glanced at me, grinning like a bobcat. I gave her my remark, "Flowers aren't things to be admired. They break too easily. They're ridiculous, flaunting the fact that they're beautiful but weak." The nurse kept smiling, standing there silently. I narrowed my eyes at her, "Leave." She bowed and left, her head still held up high and her smile stayed. I was jealous. She had the confidence I had always wanted.
The clan Einzbern was a very wealthy one and what they want, they will always get. Such arrogance, if you ask me. And how unlucky of me to be born in this family where love would never exist. Not only does no one love me, but I have never grown up in the care of a mother too. She disappeared unknowingly by the time I was one. At least, those were the rumors. She just wanted to abandon me. My father had told me so. That piece of news had pierced my heart and I lost the will to live.
"Well Illya, have you been feeling alright these days?" the doctor asked. I kept quiet for I did not trust this doctor. This lasted for half an hour till the doctor finally gave up. He called the nurse and started advising her on what I should and should not eat. The man left and the nurse smiled back at me, "Don't you worry, the doctor says everything's fine." I looked away. I had always hated lies.
A man in a business suit came to visit me today. He is…my father. But I will never acknowledge him as my own. "Illyasviel, the doctor says you aren't cooperating. How do you expect to live?" he snapped. "Live?You want me to live?" I almost shouted," Stop lying you prick!You want me dead, right?"
"Keep your voice down..."
"You hated me!"
"Shut up Illyas-"
"I want mom!"
Then time stopped. He slapped me. Real hard. He left and brushed past the nurse, glaring at her. "Illya!" the nurse rushed to me and touched my cheek gently. I smirked and told her, "I don't care anymore. I hate it. I hate it all. I just want to be taken away." Surprisingly, she hugged me. "Then let me take you away." I looked up to her,then cried on her shoulder. The only things I heard was the nurse's soothing voice and my mournful sobs.
Oh wow. That nurse is super duper nice after Illya had said all those…
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