Sorry for the delay. Extra long chapter for your patience.
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Well this is a bit of a jump to current times in the story after the funeral, to just take it off Whiteny's POV.
Also this might not be suitable for all viewers.
WARNING!
THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING:
ALCOHOL
SELFHARM
SUICIDE ATTEMPTS
HEAVY DRINKING
MENTIONS OF NUDENESS
CURSING/SWEARING
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Blue shuddered.
Her entire form felt ice cold, the bath water she was soaking in had long since gone cold, her warm tears a high contrast.
She took another sip of wine from the bottle, the fluid was cheap, and tasted far more bitter than her salty tears, and did not help in stopping the tremors that coursed through her.
She'd locked the door, and told Belinda -her ever loyal secretary- not to disturb her under any circumstances no matter how strenuous.
Yellow sighed and ran her hand down her face, she'd already downed the bottle of scotch she'd gotten as a 21rst birthday gift from her eldest brother, not that there was much to the potent fluid, she'd drank it off and on for years now.
The gold encrusted, engraved, bedazzled 22. her father gave her when she was fifteen felt like lead and ice in her palm.
She'd really thought of it.
It would have been so easy to slip a bullet into the pristine weapon and just end it all.
Nothing seemed to make sense to her logistical mind anymore. She'd just buried her baby sister, who had just turned 19 just a bit ago, was murdered, and there wasn't anything she could do to change that.
She should be the one dead. Not Pink.
After all those years, fighting with Green, yelling at Scarlet, treating Pink as if she was a pest, not listening to her concerns, there was just so much she regretted.
Yellow's jaw still ached from the blowback of the gun firing at her chin, and she could see the harsh red mark and bruise that had formed in her china cabinet door.
This was hard, she knew that, she'd lost her father nineteen years ago too, and it hadn't been easy on any of them, but this time, oh, this time it just felt as though she'd been killed herself.
She'd pushed everyone away, and her biological clock was running out, not that she had any love interests to peruse or anything or that she wanted children but, they were all at least in their thirties to forties, with no children what so ever.
Her mind was just going no where and everywhere all at once and in the grand swirling cosmos that was her thoughts, it all came to a halt, and zoomed towards one person in particular.
Her baby sister, the one she'd protected from bullies, cheered up, and insisted on taking care of: Blue.
The knife had shakily but surely cut Blue's left wrist open, staining the water crimson.
Her left hand now weak and depilated, mind swimming in mournful self destructive thoughts, her hand trembled as it struggled to open her other wrist and finish what she had started.
Yellow cursed lowly to herself.
How stupid could she be?!
They all were taking this hard, but Blue? Sweet baby Blue? She and Pink had been nigh inspirable for so many years.
She didn't bother putting on her coat and boots as she tore outside her penthouse and out of the apartment building, thankfully just a couple of blocks from Blue's.
Her stomach felt sick, and it wasn't just because she'd just had strong liquor and was now bolting into the cold. Yellow could only pray she got there in time.
Her tightly wound fist pounded on the door, nearly punching Belinda in the face once the quiet young woman opened the door, and without waiting for a greeting or anything of that ilk, The blonde burst in, demanding:
"Where's Blue?!"
Hair tousled from the February winds, pants wet from slush and sleet, hollow cheeks and nose colored red from the chilled weather, and her body smelling of alcohol, not to mention the bruise on her chin, she must look a frightful mess.
"In the bath. She asked not to be-" The petite woman began but didn't get to finish as Her boss's sister brushed past and thundered into Blue's apartment towards the master bath.
Like before with the front door, her hand slammed against the flat surface. "Blue? Blue! Are you in there?!"
Her only response was a highly muffle and anguished groan. Twisting at the door nob got her no where, and only made the sick feeling grow even worse.
"Damnit Blue! Open this door, now!" The elder sister screamed, pounding at the door with even more vigor, and ringing the nob. It just had to open, she didn't care how, it just had to, she couldn't loose another sister, not in the same era, not ever.
She shouted a manner of curses and let go of the nob. Her shoulder would hate her tomorrow, or later, she didn't care.
Stepping back, Yellow used all her body weight and thrust herself towards the door. It shook, bowing inwards slightly.
Three more painful and powerful hits was all it took for the wooden object to fly from its hinges and clatter to the floor.
What a sight she arrived upon.
Blue feebly clutching a blood stained knife, the water the same color as her bodily fluids, and the pungent stench of cheep booze which clung heavily to the moist air.
"Shit, Blue! What the hell were you thinking?!" The hard blonde gasped, diving to her sister's side and prying the knife from her weakened grip, it was just her one wrist bleed profusely into the lilac and now copper scented blood.
Ripping a navy towel down, she wrapped it around Blue's pale wrist, her skin color a sickly pale, a contrast from her usually vibrant cream skin. Taking out her phone, Yellow dialed the only number she could think of.
"Do you reasonably have any idea on how late it is, and what kind of day it's been for me...?!" Violet snapped angrily into her phone receiver.
"I don't want any of your bs right now Violet! Get your ass to Blue's now, she tried to kill herself you raspberry haired moron!" Yellow snapped harshly, Blue didn't have time for games.
The living youngest hung up her phone, a click signaling to Yellow she had did so.
Shoving her phone back into her pants pocket, she reached into the water and pulled the plug, blood and water swirling down slowly.
"Why can't you just let me die...?" Blue moaned, her head rolling to face her sister with almost lifeless eyes.
"I'd slap you up side the head and kill your dead self if you die, Blue!" The elder amber eyed female snapped, tears beginning to tear at her eyes as she watch the glow in Blue's eyes get duller, with every passing second.
Violet arrived fifteen minutes later, tossing her coat towards the toilet and dropping her bag to the floor and brushing back some of her violet dyed hair behind her ear as she assessed the situation with keen mauve eyes.
The youngest didn't say a word, and she didn't listen to Yellow's harsh words.
She took a needle and began to sew the torn flesh together, with all the precision she had and when finished, she wrapped gauze around the wound. "Help me get her out of the tub and dried off, Yellow."
The eldest huffed and nodded, taking Blue up by the armpits, she hefted her up and steadied her while the once black haired girl began drying her elder sister's wet and bloody form, closing her eyes and cringing as she patted her thighs and chest dry, doctor or not, this was not a task she would ever enjoy preforming or viewing on any of her sister's naked forms or touching them.
When every bit of dew and copper life essence, had been dried off, Yellow picked her up and carried her to her room, Violet picking up a loose nightgown and handing it to the elder pair as she dressed her and carefully placed the drunken, and fatigued woman on the lavish navy queen sized bed.
They both exited quietly, the door closing with a soft click.
"There isn't much I can do for her wanting to kill herself, or for her depression, not without it going on record... But..." Violet paused and inhaled, trying sound as professional as possible in front of the master of profession. "I have a friend... A physiatrist, that I think she should see, at least until I can get her some antidepressants... Until then I recommend that we observe her just to make sure that she doesn't... try to do this again..."
Yellow wrapped up her younger sister in her strong arms, pulling her close. This entire day she had been strong, her entire life she had always acted strong, but it crumbled, and she crumpled, falling heavily against the younger and crying, letting all her emotions out.
Violet inhaled sharply through her nose, unsure of how to respond to this sudden openness Yellow was showing. Awkwardly she wrapped her arms around The tall muscled female and patted her back in an attempt of comfort.
This was going to take a long time for them to get better.
And they'd only just begun to deal with the loss of Pink.
A little angsty I know, But I feel it needed to be done. We all know Blue deals with a lot of grief/depression/mournful feelings/sadness. And I know that loosing someone you love hurts, a lot.
Either the grief consumes you or you eventually become numb to it which is far scarier.
So let me know what you think in the comment section below.
OH! before you go!
I've got a question for you.
I've picked pets for Whiteny (Which is a really cool surprise!), Scarlet (a parrot), and Green (a snake) but I can't decide what kind of pet The other's should have.
Here is a list of pets I had in mind, you pick a pet and person.
Cobalt
Yellow
Teal
Hope
Turquoise
Dog
Lizard
Miniature goat
Frog
Bunny
Pigeon
Fish
Cat
Ferret
Rat
Hamster
Guinea pig
Miniature horse (because they're rich so it's not out of the question)
So review or PM me you're Ideas! And if you've thought of a pet I left out then be sure to add it! I hope you will because I'm at a loss for the pets they should have.
BAI!