She sat at the edge of the bed that her sister laid in. Her breathing was normal, her heartbeat calm as she watched her sisters monitors beep and do what they were meant to. The woman that was her older sister laid in the bed, unmoving except for the rise and fall of her chest, the breathing apparatus on her face fogging with each breath.
Six years it had been, her sister laying in the hospital bed growing skinny and less muscled each day while the younger sister seemed to grow and prosper at what she did.
Thievery was a simple job. Get in and out a quickly as possible with as many items that could be sold at a high price on the black market without getting caught. The money mostly went to the hospital bills and she lived on whatever was left, always working. Barely into her teenage years at the age of fourteen the reputation that proceeded her was nothing that anyone messed with.
Yes people hated her, maybe some even wanted her dead or out of commission. It was just part of the lifestyle.
It was a rather horrid way to live but as long as it kept her from the verge of starvation as well as paid for her sisters hospitalization she was content to keep on with the lifestyle of a thief.
Long before though, before her sister was in the hospital she was just a child. Still having her mother put her to bed at night, a father who worked hard to put food on the table, and a sister that taught her everything she knew. She missed the innocence of being a child, one that had absolutely everything but was forced into a lifestyle that made innocence fly out the window.
She had never thought about it so strictly before, now that she thought about it, it brought a horrible pang of regret that leaked into her strong senses and made tears sting her eyes.
She sat up in the chair from her lazy position, instead opting to cross her legs at the ankle in front of herself and cross her arms underneath her chest. She had been sitting in the same spit for hours, watching her sister dream yet another day away. She remembered the accident that had caused this, the hit and run that the security force had never fully committed their efforts to.
They had never found the man that had put her sister into a coma. And watching the rise and fall of her sisters chest made her want to beat the mans face into a bloody mush of bones, flesh and dripping blood. Many times she had though of the ways she would kill the man that did this to her sister, anyone would have thought of it many times and she did.
"Miss Daichi? Am I correct?" The doctor had placed the clip board back at her sisters bedside as he effectively broke her train of thought. Daichi barely recognized the fact that it was her sisters charts, everything on her sister was in those papers.
"Your sister will be fine as always...are you...staying the night?" Daichi shook her head, she stood, stretching. Her ribs were still painful and her neck still had a bruise, she could feel the blue mark like a stigma on her skin. She walked out the door without a word, she was said to be mute but she would rather not say something she would later regret.
She walked out the front doors of the hospital, her hands in the pockets of her sweater as her pale skin seemed to glow against the moonlight that had overtaken the big city.
"The night is darkest just before the dawn." She looked at the bloated moon, flipping her hood up onto her head she pulled up the half face mask past her nose. Only her eyes, the brilliant chartreuse colour glowing in the darkness as she blended into the shadows of the hospital.