Calls From The Toilet [DISCONTINUED]

Remember

Aubrey sat next to Loretta's bed for an hour without speaking, eyes dry. She had no tears left to cry and if that wasn't painful she didn't know what was. To not be able to show her feelings for the only sister she had. To not be able to express how sorry she was that she hadn't been there for Loretta when she needed the support the most. It felt like hours before she finally spoke. And maybe it was.

"Hey, Lolo, it's been a while since I've actually spent time with you, so don't take this for granted." Aubrey huffed, relishing the feel of her tears. It's been a while since she had an excuse to cry, being perfect and all.

"Mom and dad aren't here, obviously, but I just wanted to remind you that they actually love you. They care, but they just don't know how to express it." She laughed bitterly, "just like me. I know the moment you wake up I'm going to go back being the snotty brat I always was and I've accepted it. But just so you know, I've got your back. Always."

She stood up, "I really don't know what to say to you, to be honest, it's been too long since we've had an actual conversation stating that we care for each other." She grunted in annoyance. "Let's just say that a lot has happened since you've been here and I don't know what to do."

Aubrey glanced at the door and saw a glimpse of a shadow from under the door. Michael was still waiting. She kind of did miss him being her boyfriend, not just because he was hot, but because he actually cared about her, even if it was in a friendly way. "You see," Aubrey sat back down and leaned her head on the palms of her hands. "I actually don't really like Michael. He was a good boyfriend, pretty darn adorable I'll admit, but there wasn't anything there to hold us. We were a ship on dry land, completely useless without the water.

"I'll also admit, I saw your messages to him before you knew it was him, and I got a little jealous. Not because you were talking to him, but because I actually wanted you two to be together but hated myself for that. I can't explain it, but you're my sister and whatever you think is best for you I'll support. Even if it ends up with my ex being yours." Brushing her straight hair back, Aubrey mustered a grin, "you better hurry back to the living so I can go back to being a careless brat instead of a sentimental mom." She stood up and spun on her heel, "I'll see you in a bit, Lolo." The door opened and it closed, leaving behind a trace of vanilla scented perfume.

Not two seconds had passed before the door was quickly thrown open and shut revealing the one and only Michael. "I always hated the smell of vanilla perfume." He muttered in a good natured way, a small smile ghosting his lips. "Don't you agree?" He looked at her for a few seconds before answering himself, "of course you agree with me. After all, I'm pretty sure if you did use perfume you probably go with a vinegar smelling one." He chuckled before his face fell. "I really do miss talking to you, furball, it's really quiet not having you call me while I'm making big bucks with my poop. After all those months, I've really gotten used to your annoying voice always in my ear."

Sitting on the floor, Michael leaned against the hospital bed, strands of hair falling back as he sighed. "Ya know, I really hate myself for being selfish, but it's the way I am. You have to wake up, lotte, I want you to wake up before I leave. You see, there are stuff happening that you would never believe, heck, even I can't believe it. But I only have three weeks left, so if I'm gone before you leave, remember me, yeah? Because I would hate for you to forget that you knew a hunk like me when I become a successful brat in the future." He groaned, "just wake up! It's no fun talking to myself like you can actually hear me. And your sister is complaining to me because her friend won't listen to her."

The door opened quietly and a nurse came in, excuse me, sir, I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over."

"Ah, Yes. Alright, I'm just about down here anyways." Michael stood up and brushed his pants off as the nurse left the room, giving him space. "So, Loretta, I hope to see you soon, up and running, especially that mouth of yours. It's been a while since I heard your remarks." He saluted her sleeping body awkwardly and took long strides to the door, looking back only once.

So Loretta was once again left in a silent hospital room, filled with the stench of sorrow, waiting for Prince Charming to kiss her awake.