You just left me... {Imi Oneshot}

Post by Ally is tentatively back on Nov 25, 2011 22:01:42 GMT -5

How could she do this? After so long... my sister just left me. Left me in the dark. It was so dark... So cold. So cold. And she turned and left, barely sparing me a glare.

"My fault. She knows it's my fault." I whisper to myself. And I'm not lying, of course. Why would I lie to myself? My big brother ran away because he couldn't stand having someone so worthless as a sister.

That's why Ink left, after all.

The reasons blur in my head. Because I'm selfish? Because I drove Luke away? Because I'm not worth her time? Did I drive her away too?

Will everyone leave me because of this? Don't they know I need them?

I stare at the bottle of pills in my hand. It's better to just end it... I slowly unscrew the cap, the warning label screaming at me. But of course, I know it's lethal to injest an entire bottle of pain pills. I'm not stupid, just worthless. Some part of my brain remarks that my parents shouldn't have even left generic medication where their unstable daughter could get it.

"I don't want you around, Imi!"

"But Ink..."

"Go away!"

I wonder if she'll regret it. If she'll mourn me. If she'll be ashamed at driving me to this. No. She did the world a favor. And why would she mourn me? The weak, worthless sister always lurking in her shadow? I've finally gotten the cap off the bottle. I tilt it back into my mouth, feeling the tiny capsules cling to the saliva in my mouth.

I try to swallow. I succeed... Until my gag reflex kicks in. I try to keep my mouth shut. I fail... The tiny white pills come out of my mouth and drop into the toilet bowl, which I somehow ended up crouching next to.

A sob escapes me, as I notice that even if Ink heard me retching, she didn't bother to check on me.

I've never felt so alone.

~~~~~~~

A few days later, I have to stay home sick. In the morning, I'm just tired, coughing slightly, and apparently have a slight fever.

By afternoon, I'm throwing up into the trash can next to my bed and trembling under the blankets. Tears leak from my tightly closed eyes as pain shoots through my stomach. I whimper, wrapping my arms around myself tightly. A coughing fit wracks me, my chest tight.

A soft sigh pierces the quiet. A whisper of my name, sounding sad. My eyes open to slits, and I see Ink regarding me from the doorway. A little pain-filled whisper to match her sad one, and she's by my side.

I smile slightly in contentment, before having to reach for the trash can. I dry heave for a minute or so, feeling exhausted when my body finally realises that my stomach is actually supposed to reside there.

And suddenly, what I tried to do days ago, what we said to each other, doesn't matter. My sister's hand on my forehead is all that matters. I don't care that she left me...

...She's here now.