She and her friends were sitting at lunch. They were talking about some of their surgeries among other things. Her eyes caught a familiar face as she walked onto the out door patio. She pulled her big sunglasses off her head and down onto her face. She wore a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Meredith could feel her eyes turn slightly cold as her sister started in her direction. She stopped right behind Christina who was sitting directly in front of her.
"How did you end up so different from me? Working in this… disease infected hellhole."
"It's a hospital." Meredith pointed out harshly.
"You could have been partying with the night life in New York with me."
Meredith's friends watched in surprise and curiosity to who this person was.
"That's going so well for you."
"It is working out really well. I'm living my life. You've got Mom's life." She let out a harsh laugh. "You can keep that. I'd give anything to rid my hands of her and her life."
"You have no right to talk about her like that." Meredith growled standing up.
"She always did like you best."
"Please, she didn't want me."
"See then she's exactly like I said. A cold, heartless…"
"You don't get to talk about her. You left. You abandoned us!"
"She abandoned us long before I left. I raised you."
"I raised myself."
"Mom never gave a damn. Why the hell would you stand up for her?"
"Where were you? Where were you when Mom got sick? Why is this all my responsibility if you are 'living the life' and I'm 'stuck in a hellhole?' Where were you when I needed you?"
"I was making a name for myself." Emily shot back. "I offered for you to come with me."
"I'm sorry but at fifteen throwing my life away for what you had didn't seem all that glamorous. You were drunk and high. How long did it take for you to get addicted after you left home? Or were you already addicted when you told me that 'life at home isn't exciting enough' for you? Could you just not handle Mom's shadow?"
"I couldn't handle yours." She pushed her sunglasses on her head. "How do you think it felt for your little sister to show you up in everything? How do you think it felt to be an outsider in your own home?"
"You don't think I didn't know that our lives were hard? It wasn't like Mom was jumping through hoops to give us anything easier. But I stuck around. Through all of it."
"Kudos to you. What do you have to show for it now?"
"I have a life. What do you have?" Meredith growled.
"A life? A life? You call working all day and all night so you hardly know what your own damn home looks like let alone have a personal life."
"Cocaine. Meth. And whatever the hell you pump into your veins. Because that is not a life."
She sighed. "I don't to fight with you anymore, Meredith."
"Then, why are you here?" She sighed. He phone started ringing in her purse. Pulling it out she stuck up a finger.
"Leo, Darling." She said with a lot of enthusiasm. "No, I have no time to chat. I'm with my sister." She giggled. "She's pretty, but, no, not a model. She's a doctor." She laughed. "I know, so dirty. We'll talk later. Love you. Kiss. Kiss." She hung up and looked at her sister.
"Maybe you should call Leo back and chat. Because you're done talking with me."
With that, she turned and walked away from another disappointing conversation. Sighing heavily Emily turned and walked in the other direction.
"What was that?" Alex asked in shock.
"I… don't know." Christina admitted. "But I will find out."