Blythe Sunday afternoon

I cried clinging onto my moms' waist. "I'm sorry! It won't happen again!" I sobbed pulling on her dress. "I know baby, but she has to go." My mom said pushing my hair back.

"I didn't mean to!" I yelled standing behind both my parents. "Say, bye sweetie." My grandma said standing beside Blair.

"Why do I have to go? I'm not scared." Blair looked at me then at our parents. "Your sister is sick honey, and we don't want you to get sick." My dad crouched down beside her, and I couldn't help but cry.

"I'm not sick! I'm not sick at all!" I was drowning in my own tears and no one knew what to do. "Your sister has... crazy pants disease and when she gets better you can come home, okay?" My dad smiled standing back up.

"Can I say bye?" Blair asked looking over at me. "Go ahead, sweetheart." My grandma sent her off towards me.

"Bye, I hope you get better." Blair grinned hugging me tightly. "I love you." She said letting me go only to hug me again. "Grandma said I can call you off her phone when we get to her house."

"Okay." I was so sad, that my only sibling was being pulled out of my life. "Bye." Blair waved after hugging our parents' goodbye.

"Richard, is this really a good idea?" My mom asked closing our apartment door. "Yes! She's crazy and we can't afford Blair ending up like that. I need hope in one of my children."

I cried running off, I didn't know what 'hope' was but I knew it something I didn't have. I wanted to be my parents' favorite and it's clear I was everything but that.

"Sweetheart, you know daddy didn't mean what he said." My mom whispered drying off my face. "I love you and that's all that matters, right?"

I smiled nodding my head. "I love you too." I let out before hugging her.

"I love you more."

"I love you more," I mumbled tossing myself in bed. "I love you more ma." I cried allowing my tears to slip through my closed eyes.

"Blythe? Honey, are you okay?" Amora hovered over me shaking me softly. "Huh? Yeah... yeah, I'm fine." I said turning on my back. "Are you sure?"

I sat up wiping my face. "Yep, I'm sure. 100 percent, all good." I grabbed Amora's face holding her close to me. "Um, okay?"

"You're so beautiful," I said kissing her softly. "Thank you, honey." Amora smiled kissing my cheek. "It's almost three, don't you have work?" She asked sliding my hands off her face.

"Yeah, I was trying to kill time so I took a nap." Despite how much I hate my job, it's putting money in my pockets so I can't complain.

"We can do something else to pass the time." Amora bit her lip straddling my waist. "We can do that thing you wanted to do."

I raised an eyebrow looking at her. "Like do it? On camera?" I asked nervously as she nodded her head. "Amora... I- I don't know." I chuckled putting my hands on her waist.

"Mmm, yes you do."

Wow, Amora still wants to fuck me after all that happened between us, what a woman. "Not now, maybe later." I sighed looking up at her. "You're no fun." Amora pouted.

"I have like 20 minutes before I have to go to work, and we both know we can't finish in 20 minutes," I said tapping on her watch, showing her the time.

"I can finish in 20, you can't! You're always like 'are you tired? Let's go again.'"

It's not my fault I haven't been touched in the last god knows how many years. "Get your fatass up, I have to take a shower." I laughed pushing Amora off me.

"I'll be downstairs," Amora said blowing me a kiss. I smiled getting undressed, after last night it's getting easier to tell Amora more about me. It's overwhelming to relive parts of my life that I wanted to forget but it makes her happy.

"Blythe, honey, it's me."

I looked overseeing my mom in the corner of the hallway. "Ma?" I blinked clenching onto my towel. "You say something?" Amora asked while I rubbed my eyes. "No, just talking to myself," I said before closing the bathroom door.

"Blythe, come home. Come to me."

I looked down at my feet splashing water on my face. "Go away, I know you're not real," I whispered shutting my eyes tightly. I miss my mom but it's my consciousness turning into complete shit and only showing me what I want to see.

I cried rushing out of the shower and into the bedroom.

"You don't have to live like this, sweetheart. I'll take care of you."

"But you're not real." I sniffed forcefully getting dressed. This isn't real, my mom is dead!

"It can be real, then you can come back home and have the life that you wanted."

I gasped as my mom put her hands on my face wiping my tears away. "But what about Blair?" I asked looking up at her.

"She'll be fine, honey, right now it's all about you and you just have to do one little thing and we can be together." My mom smiled as I nodded my head.

"What is it? What do I have to do?" I caught my breath and wiped my tears away.

"You already know sweetheart, you've done it before."

I sighed taking a deep breath before getting up and going downstairs. "Everything okay?" Amora asked looking over at me. "Great." I smiled as she turned around.

"After this, you'll be with me forever, that's all that matters right?"

I nodded my head opening the drawers hunting for a knife. "Good girl." "I'm gonna see you again, ma." I smiled repositioning myself with the knife in my head. "I know baby, but we gotta do this fast."

I took a deep breath before plunging the knife into me, then again, then again and again. I coughed gripping onto the corner of the island. "I did it, ma," I said weakly looking at my blood-covered hands.

"It's so easy to get inside your head."

"You're so weak! When will you learn that your mother is gone! Dead! Deceased! No longer living."

"You okay over there?" Amora asked coming over to me. "Surprise." I chuckled weakly as she looked at me wide-eyed

"Holy crap."

Amora Sunday night

"Is she gonna be okay?" I asked rubbing Blythes knuckles looking up at the doctor.

"She's gonna recover but I think it's best if we keep her here." The doctor sat down his clipboard then stuffed his hands in his coat. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you said she recently left a mental institution?"

I nodded my head letting go of Blythes hand. "Yeah, about a month ago," I said trying not to look over at Blythe.

"I think it's best if we submit her back to the ward, for her safety of course."

"For her safety my ass, this girl has absolutely nothing left except me. I worked my ass off to get her out of there and you're telling me to submit her again?" I don't care how bad things get with Blythe, sending her back to the ward is the last thing I'd ever do.

"We'll be leaving in a minute." I scoffed pushing my hair back. I waited for the door to close before crawling into the hospital bed.

"Hey, beautiful." I smiled stroking Blythes cheek. "Hey," Blythe said weakly, almost in a whisper. "Is she here?" Blythe asked slowly moving her gaze around the room. "Is who here?" I raised an eyebrow as her eyes watered. "My-my mom. Is she here?"

"No, baby she's not here, I'm sorry," I said sincerely wiping away her tear. "Okay," Blythe mumbled laying her head on me. "Honey, why'd you do this to yourself?"

"My mom said if I did this, I'd see her again. Amora, I just want to see her one last time." Blythe cried biting her bottom lip. "I know, baby. I'm sorry, I wish I could help."

I've never seen Blythe so hurt and torn apart. "It's okay, baby, you'll be okay," I mumbled lifting up her face and kissed her softly. "Can we go home?" She coughed out as I nodded my head. "Of course." I smiled weakly getting out of the hospital bed.

I'm worried about Blythe, it's not every day you hear someone say 'my mom told me to stab myself.' I don't really know how to react to this but submitting her isn't the right thing.

How exactly do I get Blythe 'help' without someone suggesting I submit her back to the asylum?

Boom

Yeah I know I cut up on this one 🤣

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