And so, because of the vagueness of my oneshot, I've decided to throw in another Chapter to make something clear.

If you're lucky, I may even throw in the original ending of this oneshot that I decided to cut out at the last minute in the future.


Unsaid Words

Every day I find myself watching over her, my best friend, Chelsea.

My pleas go unheard through the day. The only place I seem to be able to communicate to her is in her dreams, but even there I feel as though my pleas are reduced to mere whimpers. So many times, I've tried to call out to her in that horrid twilight, but in the end, she is enveloped in it time and time again. In these very dreams, which may even be the realm of her mind, I always feel a presence that's neither mine or her's.

Or perhaps, it actually is her's; probably another of her. If so, then my worst fear for her can't be denied any longer.

Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Or, what many have claimed in the past to be a Split Personality Disorder.

I've read up on it back when Father and I used to live in the city, back when I could be amongst those I cherished.

In the tamest situations, the multiple personalities could actually befriend others, even themselves, and almost collaborate amongst each other somehow in order to know the world together. It can be like two or more best friends sharing a body.

But this looks like the worst scenario: an alternate, malevolent personality bent on overtaking the other and claiming its own life, desperate to kill off the other.

This personality seems to stem from her own insecurities, and is trying to become someone she believes is superior to her usual self.

What bothers me is that this other personality is somehow based on… me. Or at least, a perception of what she believes to be me.

Chelsea, did you really think of yourself so incredibly inferior to me that I deserved your dreams more than you?

I felt something, though. I knew you were somehow envious of Vaughn and myself, how close we seemed. And no, I won't deny that some of your suspicion is unwarranted. However, even though he told you himself he had no feelings for you, it was the same for me. We never really went beyond friendship, we were just comfortable with each other. If anything, I believe his kindness for me was likely his chivalrous side taking over. You'd know, you've seen it crop up yourself on occasion.

If anything, you were the one he was opening up, too. There are probably so many things he revealed about himself that I've never heard of. And that's why I have been trying to steer him towards you this whole time. He's so ridiculously stubborn, but I believe you were showing him a side of himself he never realized before.

I believed something would develop between the two of you eventually. I believed I was helping something along that was meant to be.

But then I unwittingly ended up being the force to ruin it because I couldn't see it through to the end, didn't I?

I didn't my unexpected departure would make you snap so suddenly, and so easily.

Did you really resent me and envy me so much that it was secretly destroying you on the inside?

Was it these unresolved feelings that drove you to this madness?

If I had known these things when I was still around, I probably would be regretting my life.

But knowing it now, I find it ironic that I regret my death, of all things.

So then, is it this other you that you've decided to place all your remaining hopes and dreams into?

So many times I've found myself saving you from your other self, the one that bears my name.

So many times you could have died had there not been any intervention.

And not just your life, but your existence as Chelsea.

Have you given up on your genuine self with everything gone to hell?

Or are you trying to show me that this disturbing parody might be…

…No. I don't want to believe that.

Chelsea, that isn't who you really are.

Both Vaughn and I can vouch for that.

You may have had these emotions pent up until now, but these shouldn't be what define you.

Despite those things, you're really a good person whose name and self are worth embracing.

You're still my friend, and someone I'll always care about deeply. You didn't just do things for Vaughn, you helped me as well.

You befriended me, first. You helped me open up, too. And, even with those feelings of resent, I honestly believe that some part of you actually saw me for who I am. It wouldn't make sense any other way when we used to be so carefree around each other.

You looked after me despite those feelings, so I'm going to look after you without regrets. I don't even care about moving on anymore. I just want to see you safe and happy up to the end.

I can't say for certain whom you're destined to be with any more.

I've tried my hand with Vaughn for you, but he seems unresponsive to anything beyond what he feels for you now.

I'll still keep hope that there is still a chance between my two precious friends, but if there's been way this whole time, I can't interfere.

Chelsea, if you continue to resent me, even after you find stability again, feel free to do so.

I left everyone at the worst possible time, after all.

But even so…

Even if some part of you saw me in that painful light,

Even if you've convinced yourself that this other you is my ghost,

Even if it seems inevitable that your original self is fading away,

I won't abandon you.

Chelsea, I won't hate you. I... can't hate you.

So, if you don't mind me asking:

Can I be your guardian angel for a little while longer?

I promise I'll continue giving it my all as your friend.