Motors

8: part two

Cara's POV:

We walked over to where they were burring her. I looked straight ahead as I followed Ashlyn, who was significantly shorter than me. I'm around 5'9 so I am quite tall, but she can't have been more than 5'4.

When we got there, Asher ran to me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"I was so worried!" He breathed.

I on the other hand was struggling with the whole breathing thing...

"C-can't... B-breathe!"

He immediately loosened his grip on me.

"Sorry, babe... Please don't ever do that to me again... I-I thought you were gonna relapse..." He frowned, looking down at me.

I placed my hand on his cheek and slid my thumb across the stubble he'd gained in the past few days since Laura died.

"I have a reason not to now. I'm not alone anymore Asher... I've got you." I whispered.

He put his hand over mine and pulled it to his lips, kissing it softly.

"I love you to the point that it hurts Cara... C'mon, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can cheer you up... Even if I'm not all that happy myself." He smiled.

We both turned to face the hole they were slowly lowering the casket into. Asher and I walked over to it and took a handful of yellow flower petals and dropped them over the casket.

It was a beautiful funeral. There was no denying that Tara's didn't even compare to this one. Tara's funeral was just a normal affair, nothing to extravagant. She'd planned it the second they told her she could die. There were white roses and everything else was pale pink. She even requested that we wear either pink or white, because "black is too depressing."

She wasn't entirely wrong. She was a very girly girl, I bet she would get along really well with Laura.

Asher and I are currently sitting in the swing in my back yard, silently swaying. I assume he was reflecting on the day. Whereas I was remembering things I did with my sister.

*Flash back*

"Mara! Cara! Tara! C'mere!" Dad yelled running after us.

"No daddy! It's cake time!" Tara and I yelled in sync.

We ran quickly over to the table that mum, Quentin and all of our friends were.

There was two cakes each with a number nine on the top. Mine was red velvet and Tara's was vanilla choc chip ice cream cake.

We sat in front of our cakes and quickly blew out the candles.

A year later:

"Happy tenth birthday my baby girls! You've finally hit double digits!" Mum beamed, crushing us in a hug.

She gives the best hugs.

Daddy's at work, which makes me sad. I wish he was here with us, it would be sooo much better!

Another year later:

"Happy birthday Cara and Tara!" Halley beamed.

"Yeah whatever." I groaned as Tara said, "Thanks Halley!"

I hate everyone saying happy birthday, I've heard it for eleven years straight and I'm kinda sick of it.

Twelfth birthday... Last happy one:

"Happy birthday little sistas!" Quen yelled.

"Quentin, don't you have better things to do than bother us on OUR day?" Tara asked.

I've noticed she hasn't been herself lately. Mum and dad have been too caught up in work to notice, and Quentin's too busy with his sluts to notice. Even if I'm busy, I definitely notice. I hope it gets better.

"Here's your chocolate chip pancakes!" Mum beamed, placing a stack of eight on my plate, six on Quen's plate and four on Tara's plate.

That cheered Tara up.

The day was awesome!

Seven months later:

"I'm sorry to break this to you Tara, but you have Hodgkins Lymphoma. There is a chance that you are in the percentile of people that will survive, but unfortunately there is almost the same chance you won't." The doctor sighed.

I choked back the tears. My twin sister might die...

Thirteenth birthday:

"Hey T! Happy birthday!" I smiled, sitting down next to her.

Unfortunately over the past five months, her condition has gotten worse. We don't want to break it to her, but she's on deaths doorstep. I don't want her to die.

"Happy birthday C." She said. She's lost her hope I can tell.

"When they let you out of here, we're gonna have a big party for our birthday, and we're gonna get lots of presents and cake and food and more food and more food... And a lot more fo—" I would have finished, my sentence, but I was interrupted by the sound I had dreaded for months.

A long, monotonous beep...

Tears streamed down my face and I screamed for help. A doctor ran in and checked everything. After he'd finished he turned to me.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. She went peacefully, there's nothing we can do."

I ran.

Out of the building. Out of the car park. Out of the suburb. Into the park.

"WHY!? WHY HER? WHY TODAY?" I screamed, dropping to my knees.

A year later:

"Shut up!" I slurred. I was very drunk... And very high.

"Cara! Will you stop! If you keep doing this to yourself you're gonna die!" Mum cried.

"Good! Then I'll be with Tara! The only one in this fucking house that I ever actually liked!" I yelled.

I soon found myself stumbling into the cemetery, with a bottle and a joint in hand. I made my way to Tara's grave.

"You fucking bitch! You left me here to die alone without you! I hate you! I hate you... I hate you... I love you!" I cried.

I stumbled around the side of her grave, but I tripped and hit my head, smashing my torso onto the solid stone angel.

The excruciating pain is all I remember before it went black.

Three weeks later I woke up in a hospital bed.

*end flash back*

I felt a hot tear run down my face.

"You know you were just thinking out loud right?" Asher said, pulling me to his chest.

I shook my head 'no' and he rubbed my back.

"I love you Cara. I will always love you. Just... Please, don't do that tomorrow. I don't know what I'd do without you." He cried, patting my dishevelled hair down.

"Let's have a Valentine's date. I've never wanted one before, but it's the only way I won't drink my pain away." I said.

"Sure. I'll sort something." Asher said.

"No. I mean, what Tara and I used to do on Valentine's. We'd go to Denny's and we'd... Well I'd eat my weight in food, then we'd go see a movie, then we'd go to seven eleven and get slurpees and lollies, then go home snuggle up on one of our beds and watch an entire tv show then fall asleep." I rambled.

"As you wish my love."