~When 'us' began~ {A high school Charisk story}

She...

Chara's Pov

A crowd.
And sirens.
No.
She wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

The crowd is difficult to get through. There's so many people. I recognize some of them from school but others must just be people passing by. The medics are ordering everyone to leave. I'm trying to ask them who got hurt but they won't tell me.

Frisk isn't home.
She was there I'm sure. But I've got to stay positive. I've got to. For her.

It's way past the time Mom is supposed to be home. She's probably figured out its my fault and decided to leave me.

The doors clicks. I run downstairs.
"Frisk?" No. It's Mom. And she's alone.
"Chara I'm sorry but Frisk got caught in an accident. She's in hospital right now"
"I-is she...?"
"The doctors says she's alright but won't be able to come home for a couple months"
"Months!? But she had the entire holidays planned! She won't get to enjoy it if she's in a hospital bed the entire time"
"I'm afraid so but they said that most of that time is just time to recover so people will be alright to visit"
"Then can we go? Now!?"
"Dinner first then we'll go"
"Fine"

"Excuse me?"
"Visiting I presume?"
"Yes. Toriel and Chara Dreemurr here to see-"
"Frisk I know. 2nd floor. East side. Door 53"
"Thank you"

"Frisk?"
"Chara? Mom?"
"How are you?"
"Ok. My back kinda hurts but it could be worse"
"I'll go ask for some tea for you. It should help with the pain"

"I'm sorry Frisk"
"What for?"
"It's my fault that this happened. I shouldn't have let you go off like that"
"The crash happened at the zebra crossing by our house. It was between 2 cars and I just happened to be there at the wrong time. It wasn't your fault"
"Ok but what am I supposed to do over the holidays? We had plans for every week"
"They're allowing visitors everyday so we could just pretend we're having a lazy day. Maybe a couple movie nights?"
"Maybe..."

"I'm back! Sorry it took a while. They didn't have golden flower tea in the second floor kitchen so I had to go downstairs"
"

It's fine! Thanks Mom!"

"Visiting time over. You have 3 minutes to gather your things"
"Already?"
"I'll see you tommorow?"
"Yeah see ya"
"Goodbye Frisk"

I can't sleep. The holidays start tommorow so I don't have to worry about waking up early.
I look over to my desk. Her letter is still there. I still haven't read it. I should probably give it back.

Her room looks the same. But it feels different. There's no Frisk.

I place the letter on the side. But I can't help but spot my name.
Why would it have my name on it? She might have been going to give it to me but I thought she just wanted it delivering to someone. Does that mean...?
Damn my curiosity.

No. This can't be right. Why would she...? I don't deserve this. I don't deserve her.