Meant for each other?

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"Where am I?" Karlie mumbles as she wakes up the next morning, seeing her older sister waiting by the bed she's lying in.

Carefully, the older girl asks, a sad expression on her face, "do you remember what happened last night?" Her tone is soft and she's hopes that maybe the brunette won't have remembered and that the family can start a fresh.

"Their was an argument..." The model falters, trailing off and staring at the wall. "Am I in hospital?"

"You were and then I brought you here. It's a safe place where you can't do anything to hurt yourself Karlie."

"I'm not going to do anything to hurt myself," the younger girl states, notes of confusion entering her tone, "I'm about a month clean from everything." Her normally arched eyebrows are furrowed as she glances at the door. "I don't need to be here."

Krissy's heart breaks as she knows she's going to break her little sister out of the little fantasy she's living in. "You were a month clean from everything," she corrects gently, "until you drank 2 litres of Vodka within the space of an hour."

Karlie snaps her head up, "fuck!" A look of complete disappointment enters her eyes, showing Krissy that she thinks she's a failure, never being able to keep herself out of trouble or away from things that would harm her. "So where am I?" She questions quietly.

"St. Louis hospital assessment unit," Krissy says simply, "they want to check everything about you, psychiatric to physical."

Looking back at the White, crumpled sheets, the teenager realises the severity of what she's done. They'll want to check her medication, enquire about the last few months, find out anything they can and it will be tough. "Do you have my phone?" She mumbles. The older girl shakes her head. "Could I borrow yours?"

Nodding, the shorter yet somewhat wiser girl hands her sister the phone, stepping outside to find a doctor or nurse who will come and treat the brunette, giving the girl privacy at the same time. With numb fingers, Karlie dials the number she's memorised easily, hoping Taylor will pick up quickly so she can't back out of this. The model can only imagine how upset the blonde will be. "T-Taylor," the teen stutters as she hears the phone being picked up.

"Karlie, is that you?" The familiar voice of her closest confident comes through the phone, panic obvious to the teen as she twiddled with the bed sheets, hoping she's not going to come across as too much of a failure.

"It's me," she confirms.

An intake of breath is heard, "Karlie I was so worried, you didn't return my calls, you just left me hanging and I- I assumed the worse. I thought that you might have runaway but you're fine, right?"

"I'm sorry. Their... Their was an argument a-and my dad told me I was never going to be good enough so I- I stole a two litre bottle of vodka and I drank it all and now I'm in an assessment unit and I'm sorry, I relapsed and it was all going so well but he said so many horrible things and I realised how shitty I've been and I just couldn't take it Taylor," the brunette's voice cracks, "you're always kind to me and you let me know if I've done wrong but you're nice about it and all I wanted was that but now my family has seen me like this and they're never going to trust me again and I just want to be loved."

"I love you Karlie, we'll see each other in a week and a half and it will be fine. I wish I could come and see you but I don't want it to look suspicious, just think of me when you're finding it hard. Whatever happens, I'll be there helping you through it and we'll get through it even if it takes months, years!"

Sniffling slightly at her own sorry state, the teenager manages, "I love you. I'll text you as soon as I can, and try not worry- soon I'll be labelled and armed with tons of drugs so I'm a good child. This is never going to happen again." Those words upset the blonde but she doesn't let on, preferring to stay strong for the girl who relies on her a lot. They may be a thing but the relationship is built on trust, that Taylor will always be there for the brunette and that's how she hopes it will stay however the way the teen had said those lines made it seem like she was accepting the fact that only medication could help her get better when there's many other ways. She'll no longer be the enigmatic ball of emotions the singer had first known, merely a teen with placid emotions, controlled by foreign objects inside her. "I love you Karls, see you soon!"