supermarket flowers • lesy

7.7

Leigh's POV

"Are you kidding? I don't even have feelings for the girl. I'm just here to make sure she isn't dead yet." Jesy yells.

Oh, did you hear that?

Of course you didn't.

Because my heart just stopped pumping.

There's nothing left to hear.

"Y-you don't?" My voice barely works it's way out of my mouth.

My sister doesn't do anything but pucker her lips together. I could tell she was on the brink of grabbing a vase and possibly jabbing it into someone's eye.

I'd prefer it to be my eye. Now I'd have another excuse as to why there were so many fallen tears coming out of them.

I'm just here to make sure she isn't dead yet.

I'm just here to make sure she isn't dead yet.

I'm just here to make sure she isn't dead yet.

"Why is she crying?" Sairah asks a question I assumed was pointed at Jesy.

I don't even look at her face when she answers.

"I don't know. Maybe she needs to go to the hospital. Cancer patients do go insane sometimes."

(A/N: Someone once told me that. I almost strangled them.)

My whole world starts to spin around. Why was she being so cold to me?

"Jesy, what are you talking about?" I cower away into the back of the couch.

I tried to use whatever strength was left in my legs but I couldn't. I couldn't stand.

I shouldn't be upset. Neither of us ever said we liked each other. Not once did we ever go into that conversation. But to be thrown to the corner like that? It hurt.

It was like my family all over again. Ignored and lied to and shut down all for their own benefit.

Jesy was being a coward. It didn't matter if she doesn't mean the things she's saying. She's being a coward by only thinking of what could happen to her in this situation.

"Somebody better give me answers or I'm calling Mom." Sairah was cross and Jesy kept being a fool.

I couldn't say anything else. I didn't have the energy to do so. The only thing I could truly feel at that moment was hot tears making my face all sticky.

"I was just leaving anyway."

"Yeah, maybe you should do that bitch. I'm here for my sister, not you." Sairah growls.

"I took care of your sister. Don't forget that." All I could hear was the front door slam.

I don't understand. Jesy was never rude to me like she was being now. She was always considerate and caring.

Maybe this is all my fault. I guess its my fault for trusting her. How could I be so dumb? She was a stranger. But I trusted her anyway. To think I was just about to tell her the most important thing right before my sister burst in. To think I believed she really cared.

Maybe Jesy always wanted to leave this situation but she pitied me. Of course that's what it was. Pity.

Everyone always pities the ones with cancer as if we don't already know we possibly have a shorter life sentence.

Jesy knew all of the right things to say, she did. But maybe that makes sense. She didn't care about me. She just didn't want it to be on her hands if I died. I mean, she was the only one that knew.

This is my fault. I fell for her. I'm so stupid. It's all my fault.

The only thing left in my mind is her face. How sweet she still looked practically breaking my heart.

But then she wasn't the only face I saw.

Sairah stood over me. Her mouth was moving. But I couldn't hear her. She seemed to be yelling now. I still couldn't hear her.

I couldn't move my mouth. I couldn't ask her what she was saying.

I couldn't move my arms. They were numb. They were cold.

I didn't know if I could move my legs. I didn't want to try.

I was cold. My head spun. I couldn't move or talk. I couldn't do it.

My sister's face appears over me again. She has her phone over her ear. She's crying also. I can see from the corner of her eye that she's touching my face but I don't feel it.

I don't feel anything. Not anymore.

So I close my eyes. And I wait. I don't know what for. But whether I woke up in an ambulance or a hospital bed or my own bed tomorrow didn't matter.

Waking up at all didn't matter anymore.

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