Cali's POV
"Sometimes I hate getting close to people because I think they will just walk out of my life no matter how close we are."~Anonymous
There's a point in almost everyone's lives when they're lost. Afraid. Confused. Lonely. Then, it's up to them, do they chose to make it better, or do they mourn in their loss and confusion? I chose to mourn. Every day, I chose to mourn. Sometimes I try to make it better, but something always goes wrong. Always.
"Cali..?" Someone whispered, and shook me a little.
"Esme? Do you know how often it is that I actually sleep?? What do you need." I mumbled, groggily.
"Can I talk to you?" She asked.
I looked at the clock, "Its 3 am. Sure, Why the hell not." I said sarcastically.
"I'm worried about you." She mumbled.
I sighed, "Probably best to stop worrying about me and start worrying about what you're gonna do without me."
She laughed, "I think I'll be fine. You, however, not so much."
"Don't be offended, but I was fine before you came and I'll be sad when you leave, but I'll live." I said, sitting up a bit.
She groaned, "Bullshit... I'm sorry that I'm leaving, but maybe you could too someday."
I sighed loudly in exasperation, "Esme. You don't get it. I CAN'T LEAVE. I HAVE NOTHING. NO ONE. There's absolutely no reason for me to get out."
Esme shrunk a little in her seat, "what about your sister?"
"Don't talk about her."
"What about her??? She needs to see you. You're her sister."
"Don't. Talk. About. Her." I growled.
"She needs you!!"
"IT'S BEEN 2 YEARS. She doesn't need me, what she needs is to never see me again." I said, tearsn filling up my eyes. No Cali. Don't cry. Crying shows weakness. Don't.
"I get it now. You're afraid. You're afraid to see her."
I started shaking (bad habit of mine. I shake when I'm sad, angry, or scared) and I held back my tears. "Good night." I said, and I laid back down.
I heard her sigh, "Stop being in denial Cal. You're little sister needs you, but you're too stubborn---" she said, but I interrupted her.
"Stop." I groaned.
"Listen to me."
"Fuck no. Can I just go to sleep?"
"I'M LEAVING EARLY." She yelled.
"Wait what? What do you mean?" I asked, and I got up.
"I'm leaving in a few days...."
"When?"
"Wednesday."
It was Monday. "But... I saw the papers..." I started.
She looked down, "You read them wrong. I'm sorry Cal. I dont want to leave, but..."
I sighed, "Don't be sorry.. goodnight." And i laid back down again.
I heard her sniffle a little. "Don't you start crying on me girl. You know i can't stand it when people cry. Man up, okay? "
She sniffled again, "Sorry. Its just... you've given up. It kills me, because after this i probably will never see you again."
"Course you will. You'll visit me sometimes, right?"
She looked at me, confused, "i thought you couldn't get visitors."
"What? Who told you that?"
"Layla did." She answered.
"Oh yeah. I told Layla that I couldn't get visitors so she wouldn't feel bad that no one wanted to see me."
"Wow. Okay. Then yes, I will definitely visit you."
I smiled, "Good. Now Esme if I don't go to sleep now I'm gonna get bitchy."
She laughed, "You're already bitchy.."
I laughed and threw a pillow at her, "Shut the fuck up. I know I am. Night, you asshole."
"Night, you little bitch." She answered.
"Love you, slut."
"Love you too, whore."
"Yo. I'm a virgin." I said, laughing.
"Wait.. Really?" She asked.
"Uh yeah. I'm only 17, I got time!"
"YOU'RE IN AN ASYLUM!!" She said, laughing so hard that it looked like she was going to fall over.
"Some of the guys here are sexy. Like I said, I got time."
She snorted, "I can't believe you're a virgin.. You're so sexual though!! Not to mention the fact that you're gorgeous."
"Why thank you. You're pretty damn gorgeous too." I answered, yawning. "Now go to sleep!!!"
She patted me on the head, "Night you virginal whore." She said, giggling.
"ESME."
"Night!!!" She said still giggling.
After a while, i actually fell asleep.
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So. Odd chapter. It wasn't too sad though, right? Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thanks for reading.
♡♡Christal
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