Trigger warning: PTSD and extremely sensitive topics, this chapter is quite mature and angsty.

8 years later

    Violet laid on her small couch. 

    A bottle of whisky lay on the coffee table, clothes astray on the floor. Even though the heater was turned on maximum, she still felt cold. She sat up, and looked at her house phone. 'Call Klaus, Violet. Call Klaus and tell him how much you need him' Violet laughed at her thought, and continued down her apartment. Klaus had gotten the Baudelaire fortune after Violet was found crashing into cars for plain old fun, and he ran away with Sunny. Klaus and his loser girlfriend Isadora. Sunny and her fame on cooking shows. Duncan and his newspaper. All that was left now, was Violet. 

     Plain Violet. She picked up the whisky bottle, and started to drink. "Why did you leave me?" Violet asked out loud, to no-one in particular. "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!" Violet screamed, and threw the bottle onto the floor. There was now glass all over the cheap tile, but she didn't care. She made a mental note to always wear shoes in the kitchen, took out another bottle, sat back onto the couch, and drank again. The only reason she was able to afford the alcohol in the first place, not to mention the apartment, was because Klaus had to give Violet $10,000 in thanks for giving him the fortune. She laughed again, with her mouth full of the only thing that kept her going. 'It was out of pity. Out of pity for the sister that gave up hope.' 

         After Lucy's death, Violet never really moved on. They all tried to keep their promise to Lucy, but only Klaus and Sunny succeeded. Klaus became a professor. Sunny, a miniature chef who appeared on cooking shows across the world. But the world had no place for an inventor. They had machines, they had rich people, they had hands that ground glass into shards. The Baudelaire's forgot Violet. They left her, in pursuit of their own fame. And yet, if anything, Violet then realized, she would've done the same thing. 

        She had drank the whole bottle, and now looked for the 6-pack of beer she had bought. She found it, opened a can, and started chugging it. 'Chug, Violet, chug!' her brain screeched at her, and she did exactly that. She opened up the next can, and she started to feel tipsy. She stumbled over to her bedroom, her brown hair astray. She drank three whole cans, before throwing the pack onto the floor. She began laughing, as she walked out to her car. 

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         Klaus was lying down.

        He saw Sunny on the next floor, watching a movie with her best friend, Mia. Mia was a nice enough girl, but Klaus found himself wanting her out of the mansion. It might have been his natural trust issues after running away from his mentally unstable sister, or that after they stayed at the Sqalor's apartment Count Olaf was proclaimed dead, or just the fact that he had so many people who had given up on him he couldn't possibly believe someone was being a kind, good friend who wasn't doubting them. I mean, it wasn't like Mia was the only person who made Klaus feel that way. His girlfriend, Isadora, made him feel like that too. He couldn't believe such a strong, independent poet like Isadora would even give Klaus the time of day, but she had become his girlfriend. 

          Klaus sat up on his bed, and turned on the tv. It showed his sister, Violet, being grabbed by police officers in her small apartment. He noticed the report was a few days old, and he let tears run down his face. Was this his sister? Was this the Violet who spent her days caring for her siblings? Or had some ghost took over her body? This whole report reminded him of the day he and Sunny ran from Violet, and he hated that day. He was repaying the woman who shielded him from harm and made his childhood have a sliver of happiness, with running away from her and stealing the family fortune. 'But it's not stealing, she gave it up!' his brain reminded him, but he really wasn't in the mood. He turned off the tv, picked up a book, and started reading. His students would thank him later. 

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          Sunny wasn't watching the movie. 

          She was thinking. 

           She had heard that her sister, Violet, had been taken into prison after crashing a car while drunk driving, and she was anxious about her. Even though Violet had become a, as Mia said, a 'drunken whore', Sunny still loved her dearly. And yet, Klaus made her run away with him, and the whole Baudelaire fortune. Sunny had a trust fund now, set for life. Violet only had about $10,000 and she spent it on alcohol. Sunny looked over at Mia, so invested in the movie, that she wished she could be like that. Not caring about other people's problems, never in another's business, just focused on her own joy. Sunny laughed inside of her head, she was never going to be that way. Never.

           Sunny wiggled her front tooth, it was loose. It was one of her unusually sharp teeth, and Sunny loved those teeth. She was glad she was going to get a new set, but these teeth held a lot of memories for her. She wiggled one, going back to the movie. Sunny saw the big, I-love-you-sister-moment, and she instantly started thinking.

'Why?'

'Why does she get the love?' 

'Why does she get the sister that cares?'

'Why can't Violet take the time to say that to me?' 

'Why did I not get any of the love in this movie?'

'Why am I wishing on something that's never going to happen?'

             Sunny silently started crying as the credits rolled. 'Why?' she kept asking herself, as Mia walked over and started hugging Sunny, a silent gesture of comfort. 

'Why?'

'Why?'

'Why?'

'Why?

'Why?'

'Why did you leave us, Violet?'