Hatchets (Ticci Toby x Reader)

↞Prologue↠

It's quiet where she stands, She had just put her little sister Rosy to bed. The weather has never been kind to her but recently it's caused her little sister to become even more sick.

She's always had problems in the winter season. Always getting sick with high fevers and the flu. But the doctors don't know why her immune system is so weak. They're just simply stumped.

She, on the other hand has never gotten sick not ever. Never had the flu or anything too terrible. But she loathes it. She desperately wishes she could trade places with her little sister.

Leaving the cold balcony, She walks back in the room hearing beeping and the oxygen tank in action. She takes notice of how her sister looks while sleeping, She looks so tired, even when she's sleeping. She sits down still thinking quietly to herself.

A seven year old doesn't need to be in the hospital. She needs to be out and about, playing with friends and neighbors. The girl contemplates to herself.

She's too pure to be sick all the time. Her Mother has never really cared either, The bitch mother as the girl calls her, has always thought to be a burden, taking care of children.

The girl works hard to pay off her sisters medical bills. Despite her Mother having great insurance, she doesn't want either of them to use hers.

Selfish Bitch. She thinks aloud.

In all honesty she could never tolerate her mothers antics. why have kids if you can't take care of them? the question stumps her.

She feels like that's why her father left right after Rosy was born. The thought comes to mind everyso often about her father. They were never close but she knew he never cared about her mother but one thing he did teach her is that old habits don't change and neither do people.

She's stuck to that since the day he told her, which was ironically the last time she had seen him.

She had practically raised the child to the point where she would call her mommy even though she was just her sister. She deserves better than this. She clenches her knuckles white with anger.

Her sister deserves peace at the very least. She had just un-clenched her knuckles. Thoughts return back to her.

"It's always the bad people that never get what they deserve." she mumbles aloud but not loud enough to stir her sisters deep sleep.

She gets up from where she was previously seated. She then walks up to Rosy's sleeping form. she pulls out a hand out to rub her sisters rosy cheeks. a smile a somber one appears on her pale face.

She's hoping that one day Rosy will get better and live her life the way she wants to. She wished she could live the life that she wanted to but she couldn't due to Rosy being constantly sick.

She wanted to travel places, and see the mountain tops or maybe even the sea, but she never had the ability to. Due to her sister and strict mother, the crave only ate at her more as she got older.

She removes her soft warm hand from her sisters cheek then looks at the analog clock that's ticking by the second. "It's 3:42 huh?" She asked her question as if someone would respond, but the only response she gained was silence.

She had tried her best to not leave her sisters side. Guilt would eat away at her mind every time she had to.

She wanted to be there for her if she ever needed anything. Despite her sister sleeping most of the day away, she wanted to be the only one Rosy would rely on. She found it hard to trust others.

She wasn't wrong not to, Trust gets people hurt and that's how they got here in the first place, by trusting someone who wasn't even worthy of her trust in the first place.