Better Times || A Splatoon Story

Day IX Hour 17

I got home finally, running to my room. I shut the door behind me, diving into my bed finishing up sobbing. I felt like I just lost my whole world at Inkopolis. One of my only sane friends, Satomi Hiragi. My Agent 4. I guess it was better to let it all out, then to just bottle it up for years. Still, I haven't told anyone what ever happened to me. Not about home life, not about my psychotic mother, not about moving in with Grandpa and Callie, not about that stupid night at the restaurant, and worst of all. My attempt of running away.

I was so sick of me being treated horrible, while Callie gets all the praise and nice things. I had to be home schooled on the computer until I was able to fit in a real school. Callie, I was just so jealous of her. Sometimes I wish I was her. She was beautiful compared to me, she was better than me at everything, and most of all she always the loved one. People would visit us and only admire Callie at everything she does. When I never noticed, I would teach Callie something. She got better than me at it and shows it off before I could, but I couldn't do anything. Whenever I do something, nobody cares. They pretend I wasn't there. I just had enough, I didn't want to end up in my room crying. Didn't want to end up storming off away from my family I have left. And didn't want to be yelled at for everything I did wrong. I cried myself to sleep every night. I got a whispered from my head, "Run Away, they won't care". It told me that every part of the day I hated. I thought it was the best idea, and I planned it all out. I first would take some of Grandpa's money for food and things. Once it was exactly midnight sharp, and everyone is asleep, I would sneak out. I was so excited for that day, Grandpa and Callie liked how I was happy. But they don't know why.

It was time to go to bed for us, I was so eager to sleep. I even said goodnight to both of them separately. I slipped into my covers, setting an alarm for midnight quietly enough for them not to hear. I went to sleep so happy. Later that night, I hear a blood curling scream. I dash out of bed, exploring the house to see what has happened. I first checked our hallway, nobody. Then Grandpa's room, he was sound asleep. Then I check Callie's room. Callie was at the very corner of her bed, crying. She looks up at me. "M-M...arie?" Her mouth quivers. "You'll be alright," I sat at the foot of her bed. She just threw herself at me, I wrap my arms around her gentle body. She buried her face into my chest, crying it out. I pet her soft head, closing my eyes. She looks up at me after I opened them again. "So what was the matter?" I tried to sound trustworthy. "I... just ha-ad a n-nightmare. Y-You and G-Grandpapi... were taken, I was left all alone," she blubbers. "That'll never happen, what would me and Grandpa do to get taken?" I ask politely and motherly. Mother would ask me these questions too. "I-I... I don't know," she sniffles. "Are you going to be okay?" I ask, she nods. When I was about to leave I heard a voice said "Wait," come out of Callie's mouth. "Yeah" I turn around to face her. "Can you at least stay until I fall asleep?" She pleads tiredly. If I didn't, I would of already been gone. Unfortunately, I couldn't leave her. I didn't want her to sulk alone like I did all my life. "Okay," I sigh, not leaving. I awkwardly stood at her door.

"Lay by me," She scooted, so she made room for me to lay down. She had a full sized bed, like mine but a bit bigger. I laid beside her, facing each other. "Marie..." Callie asks quietly. "Yeah?" I answer. "Do you hate me?" She asks. "Of course not, why would I hate you? You never did anything for me to hate you," I told her. "Well... Grandpa is horrible to you... and I thought you would hate me too," Callie whines a little. "Not the case at all, where would you get me hating you from anyway?" I ask. "Well... when you came, I thought you would..." she starts to cry again. "Well, you always look so annoyed..." "Not because of you, I just don't understand why he's so mean to me that I get annoyed," I told Callie, she understood. "You're different than I thought, and I'm glad," Callie looks at me and beams, tears caking her skin. "Me too," I smile back. Her eyes started to close shut, I still had to wait for Callie to fall asleep.