**First off, I seriously LOVE Skins. Like, I really do. Effy and Cassie are my favourite female characters. :P Anyways! This is just something that popped into my head as a friend and I were talking. Seriously, why didn't they bring Nicholas Hoult back when Effy was in the mental ward? I didn't get it... Anyways! Just a little idea. Nothing fancy at all**

Sometime I blame myself for what happened to you… I don't know why I just do… I think it's because I was so damn helpless, because I couldn't do anything to help you but sit there and hold you. Sit there… and cry and scream, hoping you would live.

… Who lives after getting hit by a bus? You did… but… you weren't right afterwards… neither of us were. But I stayed strong for you. I had to.

Then… you left me… left me all alone to go to your wonderful university. … That's alright though. One could say I broke out of my shell a little. I befriended some nice people… fucked a lot too. Well, not a lot of men… just two… I fucked around with their heads too… Funny thing is they love me. Both of them. Cook and Freddie. What can I say? Everybody loves me…

Everybody loves me…

What a sick joke…

I couldn't hold it all it all together, you know? I couldn't keep myself from falling apart. That was your job. I was there to hold you together, and you were there to hold me together. That's what we did! We were fucking brother and sister for a reason, but you just left me alone to fend for my fucking self! You left me alone knowing I wasn't okay!

I couldn't handle all the pressures alone! Everything Cook and Freddie put me through… Mum and Dad… fucking college… I just couldn't! Drugs and alcohol can only last so long, and being fucked up all day every day doesn't go unnoticed…

… Why haven't you come? Don't you care?

Your sister tried to fucking kill herself!

I'm in a fucking mental ward, a mad house, and you don't come to see me! You don't write me!

Where are you?

Why don't you call?

Why don't you write?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm your fucking sister!

Do you not care if I die?

If I kill myself?

Maybe I should just pour this bottle of pills into my mouth now and end it!

…

Please visit me… or at least write… okay?

I love you, Tony…