Series: Evillious Chronicles
Fanfiction: Sui
Author: zealousrebelmaker (because all famous gamers have the suckiest usernames)
Pairing: Prim Rogzé / Anne Sui (not Swee, because it will destroy the definition)
Warning: Yandere themes, blood, gore, unsettling elements

Sui [swee]:
adjective, Latin
1. of his, her, its, or their own kind; unique

Chapter 5

Anne

I'm so stupid. I'm so, so stupid. I shouldn't have doubted Prim like that.

I see Prim reading in her hospital ward, and I ram her into a haphazard hug, and all I can babble are these sentences: "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Prim! Prim, please, I'm so, so, so sorry...!"

"Anne- ow, Anne, I'm fine, Anne, let go...!"

I hesitantly let go, and Prim winces and frowns as she puts away her book, before giving me a small impish smile. My eyes are still tinged with tears, but I quickly wipe them away and sit at the chair beside her bed, putting the bag of homemade fried chicken on the bedside table.

"...You had me so worried!" I begin, sniffling.

Prim acts as if her shoulder wasn't even hurt in the first place and huffs. "A small stab to the shoulder won't kill me, Anne."

"Did your family visit? Uncle Plus? Presi?" I ask. She shakes her head as if she thinks nothing of it, but she does look curiously at the plastic bag right beside her. The smell of food fills the room and I silently hope that she's allowed to eat whatever she wants despite her condition.

Her nose wrinkles though. "I smell some fried food," she says bluntly.

"I tried to make fried chicken," I admit, tugging onto my hair.

Prim laughs and looks at me in disbelief. "Anne, Anne...that's the only thing you know how to cook."

"So what if it is?" I retort, but I find myself laughing too.

She reaches her hand out to take mine, and I take it as she smiles at me softly. I smile back, but I don't think that I look as serene as she does now because I spent quite a few minutes crying. It surprises me that Mr. Rogzé and Presi didn't visit, but Prim reads my face and she shakes her head in dismissal.

"I called Father and Presi not to come. It's not like I'm dying," she says dryly.

"Would you call me not to come too, even if you weren't dying?" I ask heatedly. Prim looks at me and laughs.

"I don't want to worry you."

"But I care about you! I'll come even if you tell me not to," I insist.

Prim's eyes widen for a second, and she smiles a little wider. It's always really nice to see her smile since she doesn't smile so often. "Why thank you, Anne," is all she says, and she props herself up with her pillow as a support. "So what happened in school today?"

"Well, there's no school for four days next week," I recall. "And Arth asked for you..."

...

...I almost choked when I said the second sentence.

"...He did visit yesterday," Prim admits quietly.

So...they did meet after all. I force a laugh. "What did he say-"

...?!

Prim's...Prim's hold is tightening on my hand. Her face looks pinched, and she refuses to look at me.

"P-Prim..."

"..ea...s...on't...oun...ike...hat..."

She's whispering so low that I can't hear her. "Prim...?"

"Please don't sound like that!" she cries out.

Her grip loosens, but I keep my hand in hers. "Prim, what do you mean-"

"You're faking, Anne. I...It hurts to hear you fake anything," Prim mumbles, looking frantic. "Why are you faking so much lately, Anne? Aren't we best friends? Aren't we supposed to be honest to each other about everything?"

I bite my lower lip and say the first thing that comes to my mind. "Aren't we? You're not exactly honest either, Prim! You didn't even tell me what you and Arth said! Or how you even feel about Arth!"

Prim looks as if I slapped her in the face. I must be intimidating her at this point, but I'm too...I'm too frustrated to care.

"Anne, please..."

"Don't I mean anything to you?! Don't my feelings matter to you?!" I exclaim.

"You mean the world to me!" Prim retorts back desperately.

I'm...

...I'm so fed up.

I wrench my hand free from her grasp, and I run out of the room, not caring about how Prim shouts my name.

My name is Anne Sui, and this is my current state of affairs.

My best friend is in love with the guy who I adore, and I'm just tossed aside. I'm standing outside Prim's ward, just outside the closed door, and I keep myself...I try, at least...I try to keep myself from crying again.

That's all I'm good at. Crying. Being tossed aside when I'm not needed anymore.

It's just as the books and the media says, when your best friend finds a boyfriend, your best friend slowly distances herself away from you.

I want to call someone, but it'll make me seem more pathetic.

I want to go back to Prim and apologise, but apologise for what?

I want to do so many things, but I can't.

But I hear the door open behind me, and I nearly stumble over as my wrist is being held, and when I turn around, it's Prim. Her face is ashen and pale- paler than I've ever seen before, and she's trembling.

"P-Prim," I manage, "y-your IV...!"

She...

She ripped the tubes off her.

"...A-Anne..." Prim croaks, looking absolutely out of sorts. "...D-Don't go...Please...I-I'll explain, alright...? S-So don't go...I'll do anything..."

"Prim, w-what are you doing out here?! You're supposed to be inside...!"

I hurry and go back inside to call the nurse, but Prim pulls me into a desperate hug, and she's holding onto me as if she won't ever let me go.

"...Please don't go," she whispers, more calm.

I can't help it.

I hug her back, and tell her that I'll stay for another hour, and I'm angry at myself for not staying angry at her.