There are times I can leave my heart wide open
There are days I believe I can heal wounds on me
There are times I could come to you and hurt you
I could easily bring you to tears
I could send you to hell
I know you
Weeks after Destiny's death went in a foggy blur. Afterwards I couldn't remember much what happened that evening. And then again, I didn't want to. If I did I would have to admit that my sister was gone and I was all alone in this world. Started to find myself in her room because it was one place where I could still sense her presence. I would sit on her bed or browse her books until someone came and took me to my own room. Then one day I couldn't get to her room anymore. I spend an hour kicking and banging the locked door. I yelled the most horrible things I knew at the door until I could no longer yell from sobbing.
I heard they did an autopsy and found it was pneumonia that killed Destiny. Or so I was told. I didn't buy it. How could anyone not notice how she deteriorated over six months? I was sure Boris had something to do with Destiny's demise. He had done something to her. If only I could have proofed it. If only Destiny told me what was going on. Maybe I could have stopped it from happening. I could have saved her. Oh God, why didn't she tell me? She left me to fumble in darkness. How could she do that to me?
In the morning of Destiny's funeral, I got up early and dressed myself in a simple black dress. Then tied my hair up in a bun. I tried not to think upcoming event but instead kept myself busy with tidying my room. I couldn't help think if I would have had it easier if I listened to Bryan that night the abbey exploded. If I had stayed with him. Would I have spared myself from this misery?
"Chastity?", Boris's voice asked on the other side of the door, "are you ready?"
Sighing I looked myself once from the mirror and left my room.
The funeral was massive. Everyone who was anything was there. I knew Destiny would have hated it. I sat in the front row with Boris – who nowadays posed as our father – and Brooklyn. I found it curious why he was seated with us. He had nothing to do with Destiny. Not in the way me and Boris did. What on Earth was going on? This was wrong, Tala should have been there in Brooklyn's place. I was tore back in the ongoing show as I heard Boris speak up. He had gotten up and went to stand next to the coffin. He said he was shocked and beyond sad for his beautiful daughter's way too early death. There were sobs around the hall. He even managed to sound sincere when telling he had "done everything in his power" to safe her. Not true, I wanted shout. I wanted to tell everyone how Destiny withered away. How her torment went on for six months without no one lifting a finger to help her. How I offered her help countless of times and she rejected me. How she loved and trusted that demon in front of all guests more than she loved me. I felt ice cold hatred rising in my stomach. My hands squeezing the paper in them. I don't how but I found a pencil and scrawlled three words.
"I hate you."
A/N: Lyrics in the beginning of the chapter aren't mine. They belong to the awesome Sunrise Avenue from their song "Forever yours".
