Author's Note: Sorry I haven't been updating lately. I'm getting stressed by the end of the semester work that professors always give at the end of semester. Don't be too surprised if I don't update the next few chapters every day. I know that it will be posted before Thanksgiving, so hang tight. I'll be able to write more in two-ish weeks when I'm done with the semester. I just want the semester to end. :(

In the meantime, read and enjoy :)

-blueskies723

Casey woke up, and found that she was in an unfamiliar place. She was lying on the couch, and saw someone she didn't know standing in front of her with a bowl.

"Casey, it's me. It's Danielle, I'm your sister. Do you remember me?" the young woman asked. Casey shook her head.

"I don't know you, I'm sorry"

Danielle nodded. She knew that Casey wasn't going to remember her right away, but it was still painful to experience. Casey sat up on the couch.

"Are you hungry?" Danielle asked

"Yes I am"

Danielle handed her the soup with the spoon already in the bowl.

"It's Tomato soup. I figured that you would like something warm to eat."

"Thank you" Casey said as she took the soup. Danielle watched her sister take the spoon and start eating the soup. Danielle weakly smiled and left the room. Then she started to cry again.

Kim was sitting at the kitchen table, grabbing a piece of pizza from the cardboard box. Danielle walked in the kitchen and sat down across from Kim.

"You ordered pizza?"

"How can you go wrong with pizza?" Kim asked "I mean, unless you're lactose intolerant or hate pizza, everyone loves it."

"This is true" Danielle said as she reached for a piece of pizza, grabbed one, and slapped the piece on her plate.

"How's Casey?"

"She doesn't remember me" Danielle said quietly "How could I possibly do this to my sister?"

"Danielle, this isn't your fault."

"Yes it is! If I didn't ruin her life from the very beginning, she would still be working with us and none of this would have happened!" Danielle yelled as she slammed her fists on the table. Kim noticed that Danielle was more sensitive and upset than usual, and she still had that suspicious feeling that her co-worker wasn't taking her meds.

"You're still not taking your meds, aren't you?"

"I think I have the right not to be. You'd be insane too if you ruined someone's life. Go ahead and put me in Bellview, but it's not going to change what I did."

"I won't, not now anyway" Kim said "I know you're going through a hard time. Are you forcing Casey to take her meds?"

"I've been crushing it up and putting it her food for the past day and a half" Danielle explained "Her eyes seem to have some life in them, at least. All I can think about is when she remembers me; she's going to hate me."

"I think she's going to do the opposite. I think she's going to be glad that you saved her when you did."

Danielle didn't say anything, but she kept on thinking that Kim was wrong. She didn't know what it was like to have a sibling; Danielle did from the minute she was born. Siblings were suppose to be there and support each other, not throw each other out on the streets and ruin their lives.

A few days later, Danielle sat on the piano. Before she sat on the bench, she saw the dent on the piano. She remembered when Casey made that dent, and how violent her sister became. Danielle took a deep breath and sat down on the bench. She placed her fingers on the keys, but before she started playing, she played a memory that was on her mind after she saw her mother in her dreams:

"Caser, did I ever have a mommy?"

Casey turned around and saw her three year old sister standing in the doorway. This was happened every night before she put Danielle to bed; Danielle would interrupt the teenager's homework session for some reason. Casey didn't realize that Danielle would ask such a question.

"Of course you had a mom. We both did."

"Then where is she?"

The toddler walked into Casey's room and sat on her bed. Casey got up from her desk and sat next to her younger sister.

"She...disappeared for awhile" Casey said. She thought that Danielle wouldn't ask such a serious question, but then again, Danielle was incredibly smart for her age "She disappeared a week after you were born."

"Will she ever come back?"

"Maybe, I don't know. We might see her when we least expect it. Now, why don't we go to your room so I can read you a bedtime story?"

"Okay Caser."

Danielle closed her eyes and cried. In a way, the almost sixteen year old Casey's answer was right.

Casey woke up when Danielle started playing the piano. She opened her eyes and saw her sister playing her song. This time, Casey knew that it was Danielle in the room. She pretended to still be asleep, but she heard Danielle's music.

Danielle was surprised to be singing the song. The last time she played the song, she wasn't singing. But this time, she sang. Maybe it was because Casey was in her presence, but she didn't know for sure.

When Danielle finished the song, she held out the last chord of the song. She closed her eyes but when she did, she heard a voice she hasn't heard in awhile.

"Danielle?"

She suddenly opened her eyes and turned to the couch. Casey was lying on the couch, with her green eyes looking straight at her. Danielle wanted to run, but her body was frozen at that moment.

"Danielle, it's really you. I thought I would never see you again."

Danielle looked away and looked down at the black and white keys in front of her. She wished that this was all a dream.

"She remembers you? That's great!" Callie said as she walked in the apartment.

"No, it's not great."

"What the hell do you mean by that? She remembers who you are! Her medication is working!"

"Callie, you don't understand what this means!" Danielle said in a worried tone "She...She might be hating me right now! What kind of sister leaves her sister behind like that?"

"Not many. We're one of the few who do that."

"What do you mean by that?"

Callie sighed as she looked back at Danielle.

"I have a sister-"

"I didn't know that."

"That's because I never said anything. My younger sister, Linda, had depression just like you" Callie explained as she sat at the kitchen table "My dad left us when I was 6 and my mom died when I just turned 18 in January. We have a three year age difference so when she was 15, she started being depressed. She would either drink until she blacked out or slit her wrists to feel the physical pain. She did what you did, Danielle. She cut herself."

"What happened to her?" Danielle asked.

"I wanted her to get help, but she refused. She believed that she was just fine, but she wasn't. So I told her to either see a therapist or I would kick her out of the house."

"She was kicked out of the house, wasn't she?"

Callie nodded

"I haven't seen her since. I'm assuming that she's dead at this point; I would be surprised if she was still living at the mental state she was in" Callie said "At least you had the heart to save Casey when you did. I still, to this day, don't understand why I don't feel guilty for what I did."

"You don't feel guilty?"

"I never did. I was tough on Linda, just like you were with Casey, but I never had the heart to go back to her multiple times and help her. How can you do it?"

"We're sisters" Danielle said "We were close ever since I was born. She helped me and visited me when I was in the hospital after my suicide attempts. That's why, I feel guilty for what I did to her. She didn't deserve that, but I let her have it anyway"

Danielle started to cry again. Callie gave her a sympathetic look.

"I ruined her life...how can I..."

That's when Danielle ran into her room and locked herself in it. Callie ran after her, because she knew that she was holding a pair of scissors.