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It was a normal day, like any other. I was flying home for the holidays, although I wasn't too excited to see my family, who clearly view me as a nuisance. Me and my older sister we're abandoned by our parents, at the time I was 5 and she was 7. By the time we got adopted I was 7 and she was 9. When our adoptive parents look at my sister, they see a beautiful and successful model. But when they look at me they see the girl they Had to adopt along side the model, basically I was never wanted from the beginning. As I wanted to forget these awful thoughts, I pulled out my phone. I wanted to check weather or not my favorite novel had updated. IT HAD! I quickly click on the 140th chapter, the finale of the novel! Last chapter the evil Empress had been caught red handed while trying to poison Myrrine. 'When her head touched the floor and started to roll around, everyone cheered as that was officially the end of Empress Diantha Penders De Allegro's tyrannic rule. THE END'. ???That's it??? What happens after that? Who would rule the Penderan Empire? As I was trying to find out more information, the plane began to shake. It surprised me, since they didn't announce any turbulence. I then started to look around to see worried passengers freaking out. I look out the window to see lightning. Before I have time to react the plane starts going down like a roller coaster. I blacked out from the shock.
"I'm sorry...but..you'll need to say your goodbyes..", A person with a deep voice says. I wonder what's going on, as I hear uncontrollable sobbing. I have a hard time opening my eyes, but eventually I manage to pry them open. I look around to see that I'm in a hospital. "I shall excuse myself", The doctor, with the deep voice says. I turn my head a little to see my parents on the other side of the bed, my mom sobbing, and my dad with a blank face. I try to speak, 'what's goin on?' is what I wanted to say, but I couldn't move my mouth at all. That's when I realized that I couldn't move my body, only my head. "Emily, you must be quite surprised..", My father says, coldly, "I'm sorry you're sister won't be here with you till the end...her flight got canceled because of the storm..." 'what does he mean till the end?? WAIT AM I DYING?!' "We haven't told her about you yet, we're worried she would be upset." 'I'm DYING, and all you can think about is upsetting my sister!?' Tears start rolling down my face, I'm looking at my father, who still doesn't look fazed by any of this. "...Dear I think it's best we go...I don't think this is good for you..", My father says, not even glancing at me. They both get up, the whole time my mother hadn't said a single word to me. "Goodbye Emily", My father says, in a lower voice this time. I watch them leaving through the door, tears still rolling down my eyes. 'If it was my sister you would have stayed' 'IF IT WAS MY SISTER YOU WOULDVE CRIED, DAD' 'IF IT WAS MY SISTER YOU WOULD'VE SPOKEN, MOM'. I want to say, but I can't, even on my death bed, I can't say the things I have wanted to say from the beginning. For the rest of the day nurses and doctors went in and out of my room, but my parents never came back. Soon I hear a commotion outside, I see someone running through the door. It was my sister. Behind her were my parents, my mother who wouldn't look me in the face, and my father who refused to step one foot inside the door. I look at my sister who was crying.
"I'm sorry...We're all so sorry!" She said sobbing in between. Although I knew those words weren't true, she was definitely not sorry for all that she had done and neither were our parents. "I love you! We ALL LOVE YOU!! PLEASE DON'T GO!!", she continues, but I know it's all bulls***. I feel extremally sleepy all of a sudden and my , sister crying wasn't helping. "SAY SOMTHING, PLEASE!" ,She begs, still sobbing uncontrollably. I can't hope, but 'wonder how she really feels about me?' 'Does she really want me to live, or is this all an act and she's extremally happy to get the thorn that's been stuck in her side for years out?' 'Does she really love me, or has she been pretending this whole time?' As I ask myself these questions, my hatred for her grows faster than ever. As I've always envied my sister, I've never truly hated her, but at this verry moment, I wished that she was the one on this bed, and not me. I wished she was the one on that plane, not me. As I continued to wish these things on my sister, I felt disgusted at how I was feeling about the person who was crying at my death bed. But still I never told her the truth, I never told her the words I have always wanted to say,
"I Hate You", I muster up my last bit of strength to say that. I was proud of my self, until I finally looked up. I saw my sisters shocked face, and in that moment I regretted everything. As I heard a ringing in my ears, all I could focus on is my sisters face, not my parents, who normally I would focus on. I realized that my sister had always been with me and it wasn't her fault. I wanted to take back my words, but it was too late, I had already said them and I couldn't muster up enough strength to say anything anymore. I watched my sister crying uncontrollably, my mother patting her back, comforting her, and my father who had finally stepped through the door, looking at me displeased. I couldn't help, but cry, because till the end, I was the bad guy, I was the outcast, I was the one who was never wanted. Suddenly the ringing got louder and louder, until eventually everything went black. I opened my eyes to see a brown ceiling. My body feels lighter and I look next to me, to see an adult woman, her arms wrapped around my body, well I think it's my body...