take me to the rooftop... i wanna see the world when i stop breathing, turning blue; tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious...
( teenage!mina )
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“BY THE TIME you're watching this, I might merely be a memory to be played on a loop in your mind, or perhaps a reminder that the sunshine will always peek after the rain.”
Tiffany, Sherlock, and Scott stared at the video playing on latter's laptop, found only moments prior in a flashdrive that was for them left three days before the missing quarter of the family suddenly disappeared. The bubbly and optimistic girl with a striking resemblance to her mother that they came to know as their youngest was nowhere to be found on the screen; all they saw was a lost child. Cheeks lined with tears, restless eyes, lips turned upside down, words laced with fear and pain. They can't believe that they were watching Mina doing this, and it didn't help their anxiety & worries any further. Tiffany covered her mouth and closed her eyes, weeping as her husband cradled her in his arms. Scott's heartbeat raced against the thoughts in his head, his eyes welling up as he kept watching what his sister had to say in her unbearable state.
“It's funny, do you not think? Being one of the families on the face of the planet that are so wise you can read people like an open book, then being unable to tell that their daughter or sister was suffering with demons of her own. But it's alright for me, to be honest. If what I get in exchange is your smiles and laughs, then I don't mind getting myself hurt over and over again. For the three of you: my family, the light of my short-lived life.”
Scott shook his head in denial. “Mina's only acting, isn't she?” he asked, biting his lip to stop himself from crying. For all he knew, Mina was stronger than he is. Since they were born, it's almost as if they were inseparable. And now, to see her in her breaking point and on the verge of taking her own life made him feel weak in the knees. “Isn't... she?”
Sherlock bowed his head, the thought of his only daughter taking her own life making him shudder. “I...” he tried to speak, only to cry on top of his weeping wife's head. He stroked Tiffany's hair as they cried, worried that it might be too late before they could save her.
“I feel so empty lately. I could tell you now but then, you'd start to see why. That should speak for itself.”
Scott finally remembered the bruises that littered Mina's arms and shoulders, and her sudden change of heart. “Goddammit!” he said through gritted teeth.
“So I'm sorry if I can't tell you, because I know it'll only cause such a stir between the four of us. And I'm sorry I'm leaving the three of you, especially Scott. Scott, my big brother; the boy who's been there with me through thick, thin, rough, and smooth. Thank you for being there with me, but I'm sorry if from now on I can't be there for you. I've made up my mind. Mummy, Daddy... please keep the love that became the reason why I'm existed. Don't the blame put yourselves for this. It is I who's been secretive, so the fault is on me. I'll go on May 3rd, approximately five-thirty in the evening. My body will be at the very bottom of where Daddy once tried to do it. Forget-me-nots, please; and bury me with a picture of us and my copy of Macbeth. Know that I'll always think of the three of you till my final breath.
“I love you, forever and more.”
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NOW WE SHALL see how fast we switch accounts for this angsty RP. Good luck to us, Mummy. Love you. ─
