CHAPTER •18 PART TWO. P / REVISED

Ariel's POV.

I have always disliked my sister and had a bitter hatred towards her. Eve, my sister was always perfect and never did anything questionable or got into unfortunate situations. My sister was a pampered stuck up who always played the nice girl card and ironically she succeed.
I was like a outcast, the black sheep of my family. We shared the same drop of blood but surely was a different breed of species; but lately things have changed. They're  sorted of getting familiar with the way, I loved my coffee; plain as snow-white, bitter and dark like a nightmare.

Flashback-

I sat my troubled ass on the steps of the wooden country house at a family reunion. I was sixteen and smoked my weed as they would hug her, kiss her and be so caring towards her; They ignored me like a plague or virus.

"You trouble maker!" My dad's sister, Aunt Vie shouted in my blocked ear drums.

END.

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Twinkle little star. What a wonder you are? My sister, would always recite those words to me as it was a Creed or something of great value.

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I quickly changed my pajamas into something appropriate to go out in public, a cardigan and a mini dress as it was chilly outside.

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White walls, busy doctors and nurses commuting, anxious relatives sitting with their faith's in their hands; an hospital.

I stood at the front office as I gave in my details and was escorted to her room. Upon arrival I learnt that she was unconscious and that two  bullets were removed leaving three.

My poor sister, Eve was curled up into a really small ball and looked lifeless and fragile. Their were cords, oxygen, ventilator and everything attached to her body.

I sat on the small bed as I rubbed her forehead, we looked basically like twins. Petite, coily curly brunette hair and I had freckles, if that counted as a difference.

I miss you sis! Oh I wish I could get your forgiveness. My eyes watered as I remember how cruel I was to my sister.

I left her to danger.

I am a monster. How could I have pushed her off? What have I done?

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Ariel turned her head around only to make fours with the man she slept with a few months ago. Aiden was still tall, lean and bitter; nothing as changed as he only appeared paler than before.

She stood up to leave the room to avoid any further problems with him.

He gently grabbed her wrist as she stood froze at the door. His cold eyes glared down her physique, it could be read as anger, disgust and even sympathy. It was like a movie clip neither of them spoke they only stared.

"Ariel wait, I am sorry. "Aiden apologized breaking the seldem silence.

"It's okay, and thanks for getting her here." She replied sharp as blade a and  she exited the room.

"HEY! The doctor wants to see you in room 11." He shouts like a siren or a mad man.

I quickly made my way there. The modest room was decorated with plain gray wall, a huge comfortable elm chair, educational charts and work files.

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My poor angelic sister was unconscious and she needed blood. The doctor went through the vitals for donating blood; A certain weight requirements and even your diet. The doctor even gave me a few flyers and informed about the risks, procedure and etc.

Even though I was under weight,I was only 119 pounds, and I was too tall but I was the only available relative; Our other siblings were some where far from New York and it was urgent.

The clicking of the pen and pushing of the contract across the desk; it was sealed. I was her donor but I wanted to keep it unknown.

"So when can I get it done?" I enthusiastically questioned the doctor. Finally I will do something for her; She was like my shinning amor.

Eve shouldn't even know I was here; I don't want to cause her trouble and I just want to cry in her soft embrace.

"Saturday, And miss eat up some food and i will keep you updated." Doctor Mike smiled at me. It was the first time I received a genuine smile.

Mom doesn't even know.

I don't want her to be worried.

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She was tossing and turning and confused how could she have done such a thing.

What if i killed my own little Angel?

No,  It can't  be real; I threw my bottle of whiskey and left the room as ranging bull.

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Thanks for reading.