Dani's POV
I know what you're thinking. "Why aren't you with your FAMILY, mourning for Katherine. Especially since YOU were the cause of this!" I obviously already know that I caused Katherine physical pain and the rest of my family emotional pain, I'm not an idiot you know. But I have a way to punish myself.
Though maybe it's not a punishment, for me anyway, I'm not all too sure yet. I will find out once I can locate the thing I need in order to both punish and relieve myself. Oh, you're wondering where I am? Well at this particular moment I am in one of those private bathrooms they have hospitals. Complete with a shower and everything. And what does almost every girl do in the shower?
Shave. I look through every one of their drawers until I come to the last one. The wooden drawer was a light tab color and had no knob so it was difficult to pull out but I yanked it open to find exactly what I needed. A razor.
Oh you naive people, I'm not going to shave with this thing, I'm doing something much more painful. I run my thumb across the blade as I think. According to Tumblr, cutting both punishes you for what you've done but at the same time makes everything else seem okay.
Which is exactly what I needed. But what would my family think if they saw my cuts? Would they actually hate me for a very valid reason? I mean I'm sure they already hate me but then they can lock me up in some therapy place saying that I'm mentally unstable and I'll never see them again. And even though I know they hate me, I still love them to death. They'd be ashamed of me.
I sigh, using all the willpower I can to stop running my finger along the blade and reach my arm to put it back in the drawer when my thumb slips and the blade catches it with a nasty rip of my skin. The blood comes gushing out of my accidental cut and at first I panic. Then I realize, maybe Tumblr was right. The physical pain distracted me from everything else.
I weakly smile and drag the razor across my right wrist (I'm a lefty). The blood starts pouring out of my second wound, and I start to feel dizzy.
So I quickly try to stop the bleeding with some, thankfully, black towels. It takes about 4 minutes before the blood stops pumping out of me.
I groan, how am I gonna hide my wrist? My thumb doesn't matter because technically it was an accident. I guess I'll just ask Christina if I can use some of her bracelets.
Katherine's POV
I blink twice and I see myself in some random bathroom? HEY I FOUND DANI!!!! What's she doing? She's running her fingers across the blades... OH MY MOTHER FREAKING GOSH, SHE'S GONNA CUT FOR THE FIRST TIME! "DANI NO!!!" I yell but I know she can't hear me.
What did I do to deserve this? I have to watch my baby sister cut for the first time and I can't do anything about it.
I can't snatch the razor away from her. I can't sing a song to her softly so she'll get the message that she shouldn't do it. I can't comfort her. I can't tell her how much she means to me. I can't tell her how wonderful and amazing she is. I can't tell her that I love her so much that however much you think you'll love your children, times that by about a billion and add around infinity. That won't even BEGIN to tell you how much I love my baby sister.
I watch as she goes to put it back in the drawer when it accidentally cuts her thumb. First a flash of pain and fear. But is replaced by a weak smile when she realizes something that is unknown to me. She brings the razor up and drags it across her wrist in one fluid motion. I wince and tears form in my eyes.
Then I see her smile with satisfaction and I just completely lose it. Dani's gonna have that cut forever on her beautiful skin. She's always going to be reminded of this dark time. I can't do anything to help ease the pain while here in the middle of heaven and Earth!
A tornado of surprisingly purple vapor sucks me upward. I open my eyes when the wind dies down and I realize I'm back at my house.
I had this weird feeling that this was the future. Oh wait, maybe that's just God telling me that.
Anyway, I walk into my room to see Christina sitting at the keyboard playing these depressing lyrics with tears in her eyes.
Amy is face down in her pillow sobbing her heart out.
Lisa is on her electronics obsessively as to get her mind off me dying.
Lauren is listening to our slow original songs that I helped write, and looking out the window sadly.
And Dani... Well isn't Dani a great hide-n-go-seek player. I body lurches forward and suddenly I'm at a familiar cliff, only about a mile away from home. The grass is a nice dark green, there's a fantastic view of Malibu, especially from the top of the tree that hangs over the cliff.
I finally realize that there's a person sitting under the tree with things in their hands. It's Dani, and she's holding a knife and a rope. Dani can't be... Or can she?
I watch as she slowly climbs the tall tree and crawls to the end of the branch that hangs over the edge of the cliff. Dani ties a loose knot around her throat and a tight knot around the tree. She grips the knife firmly and lets herself fall off the branch, only to be yanked back up by the now tight rope.
I see it cutting off her circulation but it doesn't seem to phase her yet as she drags the knife across her arm to make a cut about a foot long and an inch or two deep.
Dani pulls out the bloody knife and smiles as if she has another idea. Just as she's about to pass out from lack of oxygen, she uses the knife and cuts the rope hold her to the tree. Dani and her now dead body lay at the bottom of the 100ft cliff.
How did I know she was dead? Well she had a severe lack of oxygen. Plus she probably bled out. Or maybe it's because I could hear her bones crunch when she hit the bottom. All I know is, my baby sister is dead.
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I probably woulda updated like 2 or 3 hours ago but if you read my last A/N that wasn't there to annoy you, you would know that my almost finished chapter was somehow deleted. So I had to start ALL OVER. You better be happy because I skipped softball practice just to write this for ya! Softball is my fav sport! So yeah, I really hope you like this :)
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