Author note
Sorry that last chapter was short, but this final chapter will be pretty long if I can think of a few things. And yes someone is going to die.
I sat down across from the table from Luka. Luka had a small smile on her face, but by that point in my life I had learned to see under neither lies; even the most well hidden ones. We both sat there quite and I was one-hundred percent certain she was waiting for me to say something first, so I happily complied.
"So how are you?" I said, thinking how much of a freak I just sounded like.
"Fine"
"Oh, ok then."
The silence re-opened and once again we were both caught in the silence. Luka was looking out the window, not looking at me once until her eyes met mine for five seconds while she was turning her head to see the waitress waiting on our orders. Luka ordered some kind of Tuna thing and I just said I'll have the same because I was too busy thinking about what tension releases her arrival at our table was. Even after the waitress came back with trays of whatever, I had decided that sitting in silence is not why I came here. I began to ask as many questions as I could think of like; How's our mom, how is her school, and I was so clueless that I actually asked her what her social security number was. For every question I asked I got a half hearted answer in return.
"Alright I think I should be leaving and it was nice meeting you good-bye." Luka said curtly, trying to high tail it for the door.
"Wait before you!" I said, grabbing her arm to hold her from leaving.
"I have one more question. Why didn't mom tell me I had a sister?" I was glaring at her to show my seriousness.
"You know what? How about I ask a question?" Luka said, tearing her arm out of my grip.
I sat back in my seat and Luka fallowed my gesture.
"Why did mom always stay with your ugly pig dad and you? Why didn't she ever pay attention to me for a majority of my childhood?" Luka began to raise her voice into a yelling cry.
I saw her tears start to fall.
"Why didn't she ever mention me to our grandparents, but she talked about you every second of the day with them? And most importantly why are you here trying to take her back from even through you had her years longer than I had? Can you answer that for me?
I was at a lack of words to say, so I didn't say anything. I sat there looking at her. A few minutes had passed and the small crowd in the dinner looking at me had descended back into their own conversations. Luka left with ought t a word shortly after all the people watching us had forgotten about our existence. I got up and left shortly after Luka, I realized that day that maybe being intersexed wasn't the cause of all my problems. I walked home slowly in the rain. Once I reached home I re-thought about my previous life lesson as I stared at the pink haired girl with spiral pigtails covered in blood under neither a crashed car with a tanned skinned boy with a red highlight who was obviously dead in front of the wheel. Maybe being intersexed doesn't cause all my problems, but it sure did cause most. this was my place in life; who am I to say life should change for the better. If the order of the world gets angry when i'm happy with who I am; It must be down right furious right now.
Author note
Thanks for reading my fanfic and I hope it wasn't too bad. this will be the last chapter.