This calls for a little more than chocolate and tissues

Chapter 5

Hey again....I am trying to upload as soon as possible because someone is being awfully pushy..."cough cough"

No, Kate is not insane, nor will she attempt to go on a crazy killing spree in her sleep. Just keeping reading.

Coldplay song of the day: A Message (I would listen to the version they did for Hope for Haiti 2010, because it was AWESOME!)

And here we go, back to the main event...

Chapter 5

Kate's POV.

Okay, so I seemed like a bipolar jerk. That was the understatement of the century.

But he had asked me to have an arranged marriage.

But I agreed.

But he didn't have to be so nice.....?

But he was.

People don't understand what it's like to lose parents. Especially not mine.

This is not the part where I go on some rant about how wonderful they were, or how their memory keeps me motivated, or how it was difficult to be without

them, but I had found a way to persevere.

No.

They were wretched.

I had never seen a married couple fight as much as them. They fought about absolutely everything.

My mom thought she had married the perfect guy, and my dad thought he had married the perfect trophy wife.

The funny thing is they never fought about my brother and me. Yes. My brother. When he had still been around.

When he was fifteen and I was nine, he went missing.

He simply vanished in the middle of his night.

My parents had actually started fighting more after that, when the police had launched a citywide search, and issued an Amber Alert. They had shouting matches, accusing each other of not caring enough and saying that the other was responsible for their missing child.

He was never seen again.

After five years, it was considered a "cold case" in the kidnapping department and he was never mentioned again. To this day I still don't know what became of him.

It was the first dive my life took.

I knew it wasn't fair, the way I treated Will.

It wasn't his fault that I had an enormous case of clinical depression.

The world's a roller coaster and I'm not strapped in.

But, I honestly thought that it would be better like that, to avoid him as much as possible, so he didn't have to deal with my attitude all the time. The only saving grace was my odd lack of tears. I hadn't shed a single one since the age of nine, when my parents cleaned out Justin's room to use for a storage space.

All the time I spent cooped up in my room gave me time for myself, where I wasn't subject to my aunt's constant berating, telling me I was making her life harder than it already was. Yes, I'm sure it was highly impossible to attend charity events in her high-heeled Manolo Blahniks and leave me at home with sitters and nannies.

This could be your last goodbye, I always thought to myself when she was in the room.

You crossed your heart.

I hoped to die.

Unfortunately, a double dose of cymbalta prevented that. And I continued to put up with her.

Will's POV

I flung open the double glass doors to my balcony and took and deep breath, trying to clear the Sharpie residue out of my lungs. Never had so many pictures littered my room at one time. I had given up on black paint, because it made too much of a mess.

Just then, my bedroom door flew open, and hit the wall.

I sighed. "I told you not to come in here," I said, without even turning around to see who it was. I could guess.

"BS. That would require you talking to me, which, since I've gone off to college, you find rather hard to do."

I spun around and came face to face with....my sister?

Ugh. Five feet and four point five inches of angelic blonde terror. I peered down at her with an annoyed expression, and then gave up, scooping her into a big hug. "You know, this makes me laugh every time. I feel like I can honestly call myself the big brother," I chuckled.

"Keeping dreaming, little bro. As I recall, I still came out first."

"Freak."

"No, that would be you, Mister I'm going to PMS and slowly kill myself with sharpie fumes until I die."

"Shut up."

"Now is that anyway to talk to your favorite sister?"

"You're my only sister, Rose."

"Exactly." And with that, she smiled, with her blue green eyes lighthearted and happy. "Oh, and, by the way, where is this fiancé of yours?"

With that, I frowned. "Apparently she doesn't like people.

Rose suddenly donned a look of understanding, and held up a bag in her left hand. "Do you think this might have something to do with it?"

I snatched the bag out of her hand. "What is this?"

"A prescription from her doctor for an anti-depressant. He saw me at the front gate and asked me if I would give it to her. He said it was urgent, and that she had already skipped way too many doses."

My heart sank, but I felt optimistic in the same breath. I wanted the shy girl who I had met at the party back. "Let's go find her. This may just be the solution."

Kate's POV.

I was seriously starting to question my sanity. Why had I said yes?

I knew why.

Because I thought I might have a chance.

To make my life better as well as someone else's in the process.

Too bad it had been a really bad idea.

I understood that perfectly as I took a step closer to the edge of the roof, with nothing but air and, a lot further down, the promise of peace. For once.

An escape.

An end.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming,

Or the moment of truth in your lies.

When everything feels like the movies,

Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive.