So, I really should have other things to do, and staring another multi-chapter is not a good way to acheive these thigns - still, here I am, writing yet another story that i may or may not finish. I'm hoping to finish this by May - I already have a plan? So here goes. . .

Quick note: This is set sometime. . . it isn't canon at all - in my head the Mcdonald-Venturi clan have been living together 2-3 years? I dunno :/ Poor planning and writing on my account but meh; just go with it?

You would probably laugh at the irony if the ambulance wasn't speeding at 70mph. You'd laugh because she was always the stronger out of the two of you; she was always the real fighter out of you both; she was never meant to get hurt. Even now, as you push the laugh down your throat, past the massive lump that is lodged there, you can't help thinking that it should really be you, just like it always was.

When you were 5 and she was 11 and your parents had been fighting for nearly a year, you still bawled when they told the two of you that they were getting a divorce. For some reason, even though the bickering was near constant, it hadn't crossed your mind that they didn't love each other any more – all parents have issues, don't they? They told you and then you cried and cried and cried, and when either one, your mother or your father, tried to talk to you or comfort you, you just cried harder. . . you didn't think anybody could possibly fathom how you felt.
Of course, you had forgotten all about Casey, your perfect sister. Even when she entered underneath the covers to your single bed and held you as you sobbed, you didn't realise that she shared all that pain with you. You were only 5 though, so you weren't exactly world weary. Still, it was when you eyes were sore and your throat ached that Casey remained ever close, hugging and whispering soothing words of comfort into your ear, telling you it would all work out.

You can't help but wonder when the roles became reversed. You are holding her hand, squeezing it so hard that the paramedic is giving you a warning look because Casey's hand is actually going white. You are leaning in ever closer and speak words to tell her how much she means to you, and how she has to pull through it, for everybody's sake, and you can't help but think that really you are taking on the role that she has performed for years. It really is about time you repaid the debt of 7 years back to her – why not start now?

When your mum told you that she'd met a new guy, you were less than thrilled. You hated it and him and the concept of your mother moving on. Yes, it had been 3 years now and you'd accepted your parents marriage was most definitely over, but it still sucked. You thought Casey had agreed too.
Your mother suggested one night that you meet George and his family, so that you would see how absolutely wonderful he was and why your mum was so taken with him. You'd refused outright, been a brat and sulked. It was Casey who was finally able to convince you to go, for the sake of your mum. She had always had a way with words, even at the age of 13.

You hear your mum before you see her. You've just spent the last half an hour praying and praying for Casey. She has to get better because she is the only sister you have, and you love her. God, you really wish you had told her that more often – e.g. every day. Still, when you finally open your eyes, having dutifully said "Amen" in your mind, she is practically in front of you. She wants to know everything and you don't even know where to begin.

When you first heard about the wedding, you had been so excited. You'd bounced up and down, begging your mum for the chance to be a bridesmaid, because hey, you are still only 8, and a half. However, it was when the day started to approach that anxiety crept in, which was most absurd. You really liked George and each of his three kids, and you had pretty much adjusted to them and the idea of living with each other. You couldn't really place why you were nervous.
On the day of the wedding, you started to show traits of your sister and your mum and the freak out began. Suddenly, running away had become really promising, thus naturally, you ditched. Casey was the one to find you. Casey was the one to comfort you. Casey was the one to convince you. She , obviously, knew why you were doubtful – you had already seen one of your mother's marriages decay. However, Casey also knew how to persuade you that George and Nora would remain together, and she was the one that held your hand all through the service.

You feel sick, telling Nora of this afternoon. You detail how you had returned home slightly early, and checked on Casey. She asks did you notice anything wrong and truthfully, you weren't even paying attention. Your heat beats faster and your eyes well up with watery tears as you try to convince your mum that it isn't your fault.

You'd offered her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She said no, and that she had lots of homework to do. You left, but you should've noticed because she looked pale, sweaty and she showed many signs of having a fever or being nauseous. Still, you left and you ate your sandwich whilst watching cartoons on the t.v. How stupid had you been? You really should've gone up to check on Casey sooner – like how she always checked on you all the times you've been sick (even in exam period!).

Except, there is another irony of the situation, it kind of is your fault. You and Edwin prided yourselves on the skill of observation;Casey had always been the oblivious one, yet once again the roles have reversed. Likewise, Casey has always been the fighter, but right now the Doctors are working and unsure if she'll pull through and right now you are the one fighting back tears and fighting your conscience. If things had been slightly different, you can't help but think that it really could've and perhaps would've been you laying in that bed.
It is just as your debating this that you finally laugh – a crazy, manic and ironic laugh that is somehow able to expand the lump still in your throat so that it actually blocks your airways.

Can I ask you to maybe review? More to know if I am wasting my time or if people actually want to read this :) Any kind of feedback is welcomed.

Disclaimer: If I owned LWD, it certainly would not be on Disney Channel ;)