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Why is it so hard to stay alive,
When someone you love dearly is gone?
You lose your drive.
You lose people to fawn,
To swoon at.
It is a deep torture.
A feeling I can not bat
Or turn away from the burr.
The rough edge of life,
I try hard to conceal
Love is painful strife.
And when you wish to steal
Their life back,
It is futile in the end
Unless you adapt to the lack,
Then unexpected things give a hand to lend.
~~~Ashley, Katherine's Sister POV~~~
It has been a week and a half since I last saw her. A week and a fucking half! I thought as I ran a hand through my chestnut colored hair. And now, they say that they found her. I thought, scooting up in the cherry wood kitchen chair. But, she is in a coma. Should I see her? I have no idea. Do I deserve to see her? I was a bitch to her the day she was hit. A hit-and-run, they said. Apparently, someone got so afraid that they killed, so they hid her body from us... That's what made her condition worse. Conscienceless bastard. At least said bastard's wife turned him in once she found a sleeping girl in his trunk. They say that she is a miracle. They do not know how she survived the hit. They say that she should've died, but I know that she'd put up a fight no matter what. She is my sister after all. She is the master of capoeira in our family. Even though she has epilepsy, has issues with seizures, and can be a total bitch, she's always been my big sis. Strong. Reliable. Intelligent. Common senseless. Independent. Well, mostly independent. Of course she put up a fight. She would never let herself die like that. I wouldn't allow it, simply, and neither would the rest of us. Fuck it, I'll go. She is my big sis after all.
"Autumn, are you going to see her?" I asked my sister who was sitting next to me at the table, nachos completely disregarded. She ran a hand through her locks, also ignoring the now offensive nachos. We all looked remarkably alike thanks to genetics. I had near the same shade of hair as Kat, minus the red highlights she got from mom, and Autumn had a shade darker than ours with the same texture as Dad's. Super thick, silky, and smooth yet slightly wavy. I had wavy hair like Autumn's, but my hair was thinner and slightly more sleek, prone to oil like Kat's. Kat was the different of us in hair type, deriving her's straight from Papa. Curly towards the bottom and very thick. Strange, I know, but beautiful. As much I hate to admit it, her hair is even prettier than mine… I am the most beautiful one in this family though! I looked to the right at Kat's sleek black cat eating away frivolously at her cat food. Okay… the cat is cuter, I admit it.
"Duh. Why the heck wouldn't I?" She said, sighing, closing her jade eyes. Our eyes were similar as well. Mine are a hazel, closer to brown than green, taken mostly from Dad. Kat's were a pure green, darker and deeper than Autumn's and mine; our eyes usually held more sparkle than her's. 'Cause we're more fabulous, obviously.
"Do Mom and Dad know yet?" I asked her, concerned for a possible scolding later on for not telling them of our discovery.
"Nope. I thought I'd tell them after I see her condition. But she can't blame us for leaving, can she?" She said, shrugging her delicate shoulders and getting up from her chair. She then saran wrapped her nachos and placed the disregarded food in the fridge. She then walked to the counter and grabbed her purse and keys.
"I suppose not," I said, following her example of nacho placement. Throwing my shoulder length hair behind me, I then followed her out to her car. It sucks ass not being able to drive yet. Two more damned months. Honestly. I hate having to be driven around!
"It's going to be a long ride to the hospital. A half and hour at minimum, hour tops depending on traffic. Bring something to entertain yourself with, unless you want to just stare at your reflection in the windows like usual," Autumn said, pointing out my narcissism in a very rude way. Deadpanned, even.
"Just because I like the way I look, that doesn't make me conceited! I just like my own company, okay?! Jeesh! I was planning on taking Addison anyways!" I shouted, pointing at the cat that happened to be Kat's service animal. Legally registered and everything. It was a comfort animal of some sort. Quite odd that they allow cats to be service animals, but I suppose that it is good because that cat helps her with so much in life. Psychologically that is.
"Yeah, yeah… Just make sure she has her vest on so that they let her in. Don't forget the license forms and papers!" She then called after me once I ran up the stairs to grab said items.
The ride was around forty-five minutes. It was long and it really sucked. This is why I want to live in the city when I get out of school… although I must admit that living in the woods is fun sometimes if you take away the ticks, snakes, bees; the bears are great though! 'Back on track' I thought as I traveled the labyrinth of corridors and hallways in the hospital. The stench of death is everywhere, and I realize that it is near impossible. It is near impossible to not be sorrowful. She hasn't been to the hospital in four years, since that incident. She almost died then, and I hope that that isn't the case now. I swallowed the bitter taste of despair as we neared her door. As much as I hate to admit it, I really do love my sister. I was such a bitch to her last I saw her…
~~~Flashback~~~
"I don't give a damn about your personal space! When I need to get shit, I need to fucking get shit!" I yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at her, close to poking her eye out.
"All I ask is for you to knock and ask before you enter my room, Ash! It's extremely rude when you come in, without my permission, and steal my clothes, mess up my room, and overall, destroy my order! News flash, honey, PEOPLE DON'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU DESTROY THEIR SHIT! So, knock and ask, please." She said, trying to regain her composure from the mini rant she just spewed. How dare she? How DARE she insult me? I am not rude! I am not destroying anything! I looked around the room at the clothes thrown on the floor and the broken lamp. Okay… maybe I do… but still! She has no right!
"You BITCH! How dare you, an inferior imbecile, insult ME?! I am your GOD! I am superior! I am a-mother-fucking-mazing! I am so-" I was interrupted by a sharp pain on my right cheek. She slapped me. SHE FUCKING SLAPPED ME! A BITCH IS GONNA DIE!
"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT THE FUCK UP! MY GOD! THERE IS SOMETHING SEVERELY WRONG WITH THIS FAMILY! OCD, NARCISSISM, WHAT'S NEXT? MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER? CONJOINT BEHAVIOR DISORDER?" Autumn yelled from her spot outside of the doorway, anger apparent on her face. Extremely apparent. She calmed herself, "Ash, what if you caused her a seizure? What would you have felt then?" She asked, glaring at me with cold, hard eyes.
"Happy that she suffered for me, and hoping that she'd repent, for I am her one and only God," I stated, apathetically.
"Hun. You are not a God. Your ego is showing, I think it ate narcissism for breakfast,"
"Shut the fuck up and bow down," I said, leaving them both and heading back to my room.
~~~Flashback End~~~
I know that I need professional help. It's obvious. I am a narcissist. Whenever I get angry, I feel as if people should bow down before me. I feel as if I am their God. I know that I need to stop, it's apparent; just looking at my sister makes me regret everything that I said to her and everything that I probably will say to her if she ever wakes up from this damned coma.
Her lips are pale. So cold and lifeless. Her eyes have unnatural bags and they look reddish and bruised. I can not see the beautiful emerald orbs that shine in the light when she laughs. I can not see any emotion. Except peace. She looks so peaceful. She looks as if she could drift for ages and never wake up. Her hair has grown. It shines with oil and dirt. I let a few salty tears fall, staining my face and melting on my tongue.
"Oh, so you must be the sisters that picked up the phone when I called," I turned in surprise, looking at the man who stood in the doorway. He wore the same routine blue clothes as all of the workers here did, except he differentiated in one way. He wore a white lab coat. On its name tag, said Dr. Eizenfield. "I am Doctor Eizenfield. Your sister here is truly a miracle! Her ribs should've healed in three months, but they healed in such a shorter time! Not many people survive a hit and run! She's a very lucky girl! But I am afraid that something has happened to her…" The doctor said, mumbling the last part out.
"What do you mean something has happened?!" I asked the short, squatty guy hysterically, worried for my sister.
"It appears to be that she is adapting to unknown conditions. I apologize, this is all that I can tell you, doctor-patient confidentiality," Eizenfield said, worriedly and rushed.
"Doctor, we are her sisters, we have a right to know." Autumn said, clearly pissed at the fat, salt and pepper haired man.
"I suppose so… you see, we have to take routine check-ups on all of our patients, and we found something extraordinary happen to this girl's system."
Cliffhanger!
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