"Sandra…Sandra…kill…Sookie." Ugh, what a fucked up way to wake up though this was how I usually woke up. That voice, it was Debbie again and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her stop. Though it was nice hearing her sometimes because I missed her so fucking bad, sometimes I just longed to be alone in my own mind once again. I was fearful about opening my eyes, afraid I'd see her standing there in front of me. Sometimes she'd be there and sometimes she wouldn't. Again, though seeing her sometimes gave me motivation to even get out of bed, sometimes what I saw wasn't how I remembered my sister. It was one thing to see her when she normal looking, wearing clean clothes and not wounded in any way. Sometimes I'd open my eyes and see her standing there in front of me, covered in blood with bits and pieces of her insides hanging out. Hell, sometimes I'd even see her heart through the cracks of her breastplate. I'd often even imagine her embracing me and bleeding all over me. She'd come to me covered in dirt a few times with maggots crawling in and out of various areas of her body. Even covered in blood and dirt with maggots eating away at her exposed insides, my sister was still the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. As I laid in bed, waiting for the voice to stop before opening my eyes, I wondered what it must be like to rot.
Soon the voice stopped and I opened my eyes, looking around my room. She wasn't there and a part of me actually felt somewhat upset that I hadn't gotten to see her. Maybe later, I figured. I got out of bed and made my way into the shower, turning on the cold water. I hadn't taken a hot shower since my parents died. Though I had been the one that had planned their demise, I took a cold shower every evening when I woke up as a fucked up sort of tribute to them. Fuck them. They hadn't done enough for her. No one had done a fucking thing. Alcide could've stopped it, he could've saved Debbie but he fucking didn't. My parents could've had that little bitch that killed Debbie arrested or they could've at least allowed me to torture her some before letting her fucking walk. That bitch, Sookie was breathing and living her fucking life while my sister was under the fucking ground somewhere. Was she under the ground? Fuck it. I finished showering and made my way out, drying myself off before walking back to my room. The house had gone to shit without my parents cleaning up after me. I didn't give a damn. My time was mostly spent elsewhere.
