Our Hill of Stars

Chapter Three Emory

     My eyes scattered over to my coffee table with the note laying on it, it's closed off perfectly. It was stamped with a signature. Signed by Blair Fox. what? I tear open the envelope. I'm curious to see why my sister sent me a professional letter. Prissy little bitch. Blair was always competing with me. She was always trying too hard to be 'better' than me. Of course she wasn't. I'm not a woman with a high ego but damn I hate it that my own sister thought she was the best at everything and anything.

     Blair and I always had conflict with each other since the day I was born. She was upset because mom and dad praised me more. The reason was because I did what I was asked and just did it. Not sure why she's so bitchy with me for when she is the one who screwed up on her own. Blair has a drinking problem; she is an alcoholic. I feel terrible but I also don't. She hung out with the wrong people. That's her problem not mine. Though she is still my sister I still have to take care of her when she's drunk and crying over my shoulder.

     My eyes study the letter she sent me. Dear poor excuse of a sister. How could you? , how fucking could you? I know you were involved with the accident in some way and If you think I'll ever forgive you for this, you couldn't be more than wrong, Emory. Darin and I had plans. We'd build our own house, we'd start a family and grow old together, and you took all that away from me. Our family was going through a tough time already, and this action of yours has only added to that stress.

     Just 'cause you don't know the feeling of loving and being loved, doesn't mean you get to take it away from someone who had the perfect life in front of him. I hope god forgives you cause I I sure as hell can't,

     Sincerely, Blair Fox.

     What the hell?  I'm not sure why Blair sent me a fancy letter with a sob story in it. Now I feel so much worse knowing that the patient that had come in today was Blair's boyfriend. I let Blair's boyfriend die. I'm going to live with this grief for the rest of my fucking life. Blair and I may not get along but she was still my sister and I cared about her.

     I cared about my patients too. But you let Darin die. No, I tried my best. No you didn't. I tried so hard to save Darin but it's like some curse was put on me. I don't know how I didn't manage to save Darin but I can't blame myself. You didn't save him. You let him die. It was your fault. It was your fault it was your fault your fault your fault your fault YOUR FAULT.

     The thoughts buzz in my head like an angry bee, the voice gets louder. More aggressive. My hands grip the letter tightly, my fingers digging into the paper. My hands tear the paper as I scream ballistically. Tears streamed down my pale face, as I hiss raged. Slamming my fist into the wall, I cry out holding my knuckles, slumping down the wall wallowing. I curl myself into a ball lying on the floor in the gloomy gray darkness. A familiar voice I know too well dryly calls my name. "Emory."