Dear sister I don't think you quite understand. You have something. No you have everything. You're beautiful, strong, and loved. You have so many people who care about you, who would die for you and you still bitch and moan about the rough card you've been given.
I don't know you anymore. I realize that now as I stare at your ungrateful self bitch about how you have to save poor Dawnie from the newest big bad, how you don't have the time for my mistakes. You hate me, I know that, and don't get me wrong I don't really love you so much right now either.
You take it all for granted like you think it'll always be there. It being the cushion you fall back on when your imperfect existence becomes to much for you to handle. You don't see the way he looks at you, the way he inches closer to you as if to make sure to himself that he is in your presence.
You don't really know me anymore. I don't think you ever really did, after all I was always the annoying little sister you always had to save to make everyone else happy. And yourself, at least you used to just because I was the sister who looked up to you, followed your every action, said your words. You saved me because you liked the attention.
As I crept up to my room, quietly closed the door, turned on my music, and pulled out my blade I think to myself.
I'd like to see you save me this time.
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Hmm reviews would be nice, I'm not sure if I want this to stay a one-shot or not. Depends on the reaction I get.