King's huge frickin' book of randomness galore:The ultimate

Whole, half, broken

"S-sister!"

They called out, tears of heartbreak in their eyes.

"Where are you going!?"

"I can't stay here."

"W-why not? W-why are leaving? W-why can't I come?"

Their elder sighed, bending down to their height.

"Because...."

They looked the child in the eye, smiling sadly.

"I'm not welcome here. Not anymore. Not if I want to be me. But you....they're going to need you now more than ever with one of us gone, right? Be there in my place. Take care of them."

"B-but I can't d-do anything....N-not without you!" They cried, sobbing into their clothes, to which the older of the two pulled back slightly, smiling still, gripping their shoulders.

"But you can. You can do so much more than me. You have to be a big kid now. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

Swallowing their tears, they wiped their eyes, nodding slowly.

"Y-yes.....Yes I can."

They nodded, smiling.

"Thank you so much. I love you."

They hugged their little sibling, biting back the pain they themselves felt, knowing they couldn't linger, lest they be tempted to stay.

"You aren't cracked like me. You're a whole. Always remember that."

And with that, they torn themselves away, as much willpower as it took.

"Goodbye."

With that final farewell, they were gone, disappearing from their little sibling's life.

The two's parents had only become any the wiser once the younger began to sob, shrieking all of their pain into the night.

This was far from the first time. 

They tried to hold themselves together.

They tried their hardest. 

With all they were.

They had a promise to keep.

"I'm a big kid...."

The yelling.

They had to stomach the yelling.

The expectations.

Everything.

"I'm a whole...I have to be a whole......I'm okay."

They weren't okay.

Not without them.

Not with everything.

Not with the static.

"I'm....a half...."

They had told themselves, trying to keep that sunny optimism their elder loved so much. 

They couldn't be a whole. 

They'd already failed at that. 

But....

they could at least be half of that. At least hang on, no matter how loosely.

"He...ehehe...."

The static.

"Hahaha...."

The static.

"Hahahahahaa....."

Big sister had talked about the static.

"Hahaahaha...."

How it said things.

How hard it made it to think.

How it whispered.....

"Hahahahahahaahaha!"

How hopeless it was to fight it once it had already seeped in.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!"

It had already got them.

"S-sorry...haha....Big sister....I'm not whole...nonononono....Not whole....I'm...broken...haha..."

They found themselves shedding tears, knowing, deep within their hearts, that they had failed.

"I'm already broken......"

Now they understood.

Now they understood why she had to go.

They weren't well. 

They were far from well.

They needed to be well.

They needed to be okay.

But no one could know.

No no...absolutely not.

They were okay.

They were still perfectly okay.

They could prove it.

The static said they could.

The static was right.

Everything was okay.

"I'm not okay....I'm not okay...No...no....Shut up....SHUT UP! Just please...BE QUIET....! Please.....Just-"

They sobbed, sobbed away the madness, before that sobbing turned into laughter, high and shrill, rising from the ground with a single fluid, whip-like motion, practiced almost, swaying their white-clad hips, a candy sweet smile upon their face.

"Everything's okay....hehehe......Everything's A-okay......"

Everything was perfectly okay. 

ALWAYS.