Dia's povDisinfectants, coffee, alcohol, flowers, drips of fluid, nonstop arguing, intercom announcing things, and the door shutting. These smells and sounds bombarded my senses as I slowly regained consciousness. I looked around my surroundings as my vision slowly cleared up and noticed I’m in the hospital. My beside have multitudes varieties of flowers in a plain white flower vase along with fruits beside it. Blinking my eyes slowly, I allowed my eyes some time to adjust itself and noticed that there are two people sitting at the nearby chairs. If I wasn’t feeling weak with all the medication I must have received, I would have probably jumped back in shock of what I just saw.
There are two (Name)’s sitting together.
One of them rolled their eyes in annoyance and the other was ready to run to my side. Confusion took over me as I stared at them and started seeing the difference. One of them is actually taller and longer hair than the other.
(Name)’s hair was only (h/l).
I racked my memory and had a clue of what’s going on. I set my gaze on the two of them once more before one of them spoke.
“I’m so sorry, Dia.” The (Name) with the right hair length apologized, bowing slightly. “This was a family problem… I never intended for it to involve you as well.”
“Oh please, he’s just a guy. There’s more guys way decent and rich than him.” The other groaned and pulled her phone that is definitely not (Name)’s. “So what if he’s the Pokémon champion? Big deal.”
“Why are you like this, (sis/name)?” The now confirmed (Name), cried with a look of horror in her face. “First you hated our parents now you put all your anger to everybody I care about. What is your problem?!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hurt little princess’ feelings?” She gave her an exaggerated look of pity before scoffing. “What, gonna tell mommy that big meanie sister bullied you again?”
“No, I told the police what you did and are waiting for you outside this room.” (Name) smirked at her victory. “You’ve gone too far, twin sister. Stealing from our parents, shoplifting on stores, ransacking the former champion’s clothing and now intentionally murdering the current champion. You deserved to be placed in prison for all that. You honestly should have a long time ago.”
“You wouldn't dare!” (Sis/name) growled with anger.
“Correction, I already did and let me repeat it to you since you most likely misheard what I said. Let me repeat it for you, ‘I told the police what you did’. Meaning I already have before I rushed here in the hospital.” My (ex?) girlfriend argued back at her sister. “Our parents favored you so much they didn’t even scold you when you steal or hurt me but attempting to kill someone just crosses the line.”
“Daddy will get me out anyways in a few seconds I get into prison so it won't matter. This little victory of yours is nothing.” She opened the door and predictably the police force arrested her.
With all that done, I ogled at (Name), waiting for an explanation for what just happened before she left out a sigh of relief. A sad smile adorned her face as she held my hand shakily. Tears slowly formed and fell from her (e/c) orbs before falling to the ground crying.
“I’m so sorry! I never meant for you get roped into our family’s mess. I never knew my sister will actually stoop that low and end up harming you. I shouldn’t have gotten close to you. If I hadn’t this wouldn’t have happened at all. I could have prevented this yet this is what happened.” She babbled before I could even put my own thoughts.
The quick escalation of her thinking scares me. I never knew her family problems is this suffocating. She always shows us her smiling face that we all end up believing she’s okay.
She’s far from okay.
And now she regrets every good thing that had happened in her life.
I squeezed her hand to show her that I’m here which worked better than I thought. She perked up right away and hugged me tightly as if fearing that I’ll disappear anytime she doesn’t have any sort of contact with me.
“I’m so sorry! I know I’m being selfish right now but I don’t want to lose you too! You’re the only good thing that ever happened to me!” She kept sobbing as she held me.
“That’s not true.” I weakly answered, now just realizing how feeble my body is. “My friends are your friends. If anything happens to you, we’re ready to help you anytime. We’re practically a family of our own right.”
“Don’t regret all the good things. You deserve them.” I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll fix everything one step at a time, okay?”
Finally, after so many years of being with her, I saw her genuinely smile.