Miss You

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"In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony."
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

" ― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

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H A R M O N

God damnit, Jenna.

I woke up at 8, just to find that my sister was missing from her room.

I'd left a note on the kitchen counter saying that we left early, and then I sped over to the hospital, knowing damn well that was where she would be.

"I'm here to visit Tyler Joseph. My sister should be with him right now."

The blonde receptionist nodded, smiling. "She came in pretty late last night, and she's been in ever since. You can go up now."

I sighed. "Thank you."

How did she sneak out so easily?

Clicking the second floor button on the elevator, I ran a hand through my hair. I missed Josh.

Like, a lot.

I didn't realize how much I depended on him until I accidentally walked into the glass hospital door... for the third time.

I still felt like I had a ghost limb where my stub was, and it threw me off a lot. Usually, Josh was there to open the door before I plowed into it, but lately, my schedule had been too hectic to spend time with him.

If this is how I feel after not seeing Josh for three days, how does Jenna feel knowing that the boy she loves is probably gonna die? I wondered sadly.

I finally reached Tyler's room, immediately spotting Jenna as I entered.

She was sleeping in an unusual position; her head was resting on Tyler's chest, and her arms were sprawled out to the side. I imagine that her back was hurting from leaning forwards for so long, but I knew that my sister didn't care.

In the rare instances that Jenna cared about somebody, she cared a lot. There was no in between for her; it'd never been that way. She dedicated so much time into Tyler, and it hurt me to see her unhappy.

I quietly pulled up a seat next to her. As Jenna grew up, I'd always been scared that she would never be normal. I never expected to see my emotionless sister so in love with someone.

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