(Susan's POV)

Why me?

I laugh to myself and begin to scrub my painted face roughly. Why me? It seems that I've been constantly asking myself that question recently.

Why not me? It's just as everyone says: no one is perfect. There may be much about me to admire but I guess God can't let me have everything; something must be wrong about my life. And you know what? It's her that is the wrong about my life. Her. I didn't deserve to be treated as I was tonight, I don't deserve anyone's pity. What I deserve is happiness, pure happiness...But as long as she's in my life, I'll never be able to obtain it. My only option? Forget her. Forget everything about her and all we've been through.

Slowly, I lower the towel from my face and stare at the dark blotches smeared on the cloth. I toss it on the top of my messy vanity and stare at my reflection in the mirror. The undeniable red is too noticeable in my eyes, it takes the attention away from the breath-taking blue shade they are. My sight trails to the side of the mirror and I feel myself grow furious; hanging on the side is a picture of us. As fast as I possibly can, I tear it down and rip it into pieces. With a chuckle, I toss them all behind me and let them scatter across the floor.

From there, I go on a rampage. My room is turned over as I find reminders here and there of her. All the photographs of us are ripped apart, the notes we wrote back and forth to each other crumpled, even the clothes she let me borrow are cut up. Breaths heave in and out of me as I sit down on top of my mess of a bed. Something shiny catches my eye and I pick up the silver ring on my night stand- just another thing to get rid of.

I get to my feet and walk downstairs, trying to remember if my father purchased more firewood.

(Peter's POV)

The front door slams against the wall as I stride inside the house. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" I yell loud enough for my sister to hear me, where ever she is.

Edmund walks past me and turns the corner into the living room. "She's over here, Pete."

I walk into the room and find Susan standing in front of the fire place, flames dancing before her. Edmund looks back at me and crosses his arms. In two big steps, I stand directly in my sister's shadow and put a hand on her shoulder. "Su..."

She shrugs it off and turns around to face the two of us. "What do you want?" She manages in a hoarse voice. Her eyes meet mine and she soon looks away. My heart flattens a little for I'll never be able to forget the image of my little sister crying.

"I can't believe you did that to Lynn" Edmund snaps. Su cringes at the name and shakes her head.

"I did nothing wrong," Susan replies. "I did absolutely nothing wrong and don't you dare think otherwise, Edmund!

"Nothing wrong, huh? Well, you can just-"

"How could you?" We all turn around and find an out of breath Lucy behind us. "Lynn's in her room crying her eyes out!"

Susan snorts and looks at her hands. "For all I care, she can rot in that room and cry her ugly little eyes out."

Appalled, I grab her by the elbow and make her look me in the eye. "Susan Katherine Pevensie, that is completely out of line! You shouldn't-"

"Shouldn't what?" She fights out of my grasp and straightens her dress. "Don't act all high and mighty, Peter! You have no authority over me!"

I let out a loud chortle and glare at her. "No authority? I'm your older brother for God's sake, of course I have authority over you! Susan, as the oldest, I'm supposed to watch over my younger siblings and that includes you!"

"Well, you don't act like a proper older brother! Look at yourself! You still believe in some imaginary land where you're in charge and now you're bringing it out into real life! You know what...this is probably all your fault! It's your fault Edmund and Lucy believe in such silly games." Susan looks at Edmund and wags an accusing finger in his face. "And it's your fault too! You're letting this go on! You're letting Peter fill your minds with all this rubbish!"

Then Susan glares at Lucy. The young girl freezes and backs away a little. "But now that I think about it...You're to blame for everything, Lucy! It's all your fault!"

"Susan!" I shout. "Don't blame this on Lucy! She has-"

"Yes," Susan mutters as stares off into space. "Yes, it's all Lucy's fault! It's your fault all of this happened! It's your fault Evalynn was hit by that car! It's your fault Evalynn was put in the hospital a-a-and why I was alone for months! It's your fault she's gone mad! It's your fault I lost my best friend! It's your fault my life is such a complete mess right now! God, if you didn't find that wardrobe Lucy, my life would be perfect! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" All of a sudden, Susan chucks something into the fire and then walks over to wall. Ferociously, she drives her fist into the wall and picks up a picture hanging above the crater. She sends it flying across the room, nearly missing Ed.

"WATCH IT!" he booms. He begins to walk over to our devious-looking sister but I quickly hold him back.

Lucy carefully walks over the shattered glass and bends down, picking up the picture. With her hand, she brushes it a little and looks at Susan. "The gentle," she barely whispers. "The gentle, Susan! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE QUEEN SUSAN THE GENTLE! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SISTER I LOVED?"

"SHE'S NOT HERE ANYMORE!" Tears fall from her broken eyes and her whole body begins to shake violently. "...No...No, no, no...She never existed. Yes, she never existed..."

I gulp and walk towards her. "Susan...You can't just keep living like this. You can't-"

"She never existed...I suppose I'm not the sister I thought I was..."

"It seems so." We all look at Lucy who cradles herself in her arms. "And I guess you didn't really know Lynn as well as you thought."

Edmund catches my eye and we share a look. "What is that supposed to mean?" Susan demands. Her hands ball into fists and I can tell she's at her breaking point. Lucy's lips move but none of us can make out what she's saying. Ed asks her to repeat her words but all I catch is the name "Liam." Susan's curls swish from side to side as she looks from Edmund to me to Lucy. "What are you talking about? I can't even...Ugh! You're delirious- all of you!"

Lucy's lips press together and make a tight, thin line. I watch as Edmund tries to take her into his arms but Lucy lightly pushes him away. "Maybe you'll understand someday." With that, she runs up the stairs and slams her door close.

(Lynn's POV)

"It's going to be okay," I mumble to myself. "You're going to be fine." Nervously, I open the classroom door and automatically find heads turning my way.

"Evalynn!" Phoebe crushes me in one of her famous hugs and I gasp for air. She laughs and sets me down, carefully fixing her blonde curls after. "Oh, it's so good to see you! You're finally back!" She shows me to my assigned seat and I set my back pack on the desk. All of my school mates say 'hello,' ask if I'm okay then eventually leave me be. "So, Miss Hughes finally retired and we got a new teacher last month! He's absolutely gorgeous and all the girls are fawning over him- especially Susan! Ugh, the girl can't take her eyes off him."

Susan. I give Phoebe a friendly smile and nod. "Good for her...What's his name?"

Suddenly, the class door opens again and I find myself staring at Susan. She quickly dismisses my presence and walks to the closest desk, nose lifted high in the air. My eyes follow her as she sits down and applies more lipstick onto her already dark stained lips. "-wrong with her."

"Pardon?" Phoebe stares at me and can't help but feel a bit guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you."

"It's alright, it was just a...Oh, oh! There he is, Evalynn! That's him! That's Mr. Jackson!" Her finger points back back in Susan's direction and I turn around.

"Settle down everyone, settle down." Behind me, girlish squeals ensue and I can hear all of the boys groan. "I want last night's homework placed on the corner of your desk and your textbook should be open to page 394." Our new teacher stands with his back to us, writing our new assignment on the blackboard. His jet-black hair reaches past his ears and spikes to the side, going this way and that; messy yet sophisticated. He finally faces us and removes his glasses from his face, revealing his dazzling chocolate, brown eyes. "Ah," he says, acknowledging me. "You must be Miss Keynes." He walks over and grabs my hand, shaking it in his own. "It's very nice to finally meet you!" My jaw drops and I can feel my eyes begin to sting. He let's go and tilts his head to the side, obviously dumbfounded. I fondle the ring around my neck and slowly bring myself to say what I so desperately want to say aloud.

"Liam?"

Hello:) I hope you didn't miss me too much;D(yeahrightIdon'tblameyouifyoudidn'tbecausei'mlameandhaven'tupdatedinforever) I'm REALLY sorry I procrastinated so much but with practice and school coming up, it's been pretty hard! Anyways, I'm aware this chapter is totally boring but spare me, I'm rusty:p How do you guys feel about Mr. Jackson? Any suggestions of how I should play his and Lynn's relationship? and I myself even wonder how I'll work Susan's relationship with everyone from here on out. But yeah, I'll try my best to work on this story more so leave a review to make my day? please:)?

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