"By the way, how have you been here? Are they treating you well?" She scutches over to come near me to ask a question, but I just placed my blanket up on my chest and looked the other way.
"It's fine I guess, not like it really matters since I'm going to die in a year or so," I responded pessimistically.
"Don't be like that! I mean come on, I used to be so poor and I used to be so homeless and-"
OH GOSH. Here she goes gloating her achievements once again. She really feels the need to rub it on my face huh? Why does this woman even come here when she can just be in her family trying to support it.
"Okay! I had enough! Of that!" I stopped her from talking before she tells me her whole life story about how she was a poor homeless maid, and then she married a rich man part of the family and how the family also hated them but they were somewhat tolerated by the Hastings.
"What? Why? Why are you getting so prissy all of a sudden?" She raised her eyebrow at me, crossing her arms. The nerve of this woman.
"Because every time you come here, all you do is rant to me or try to make yourself feel good by trying to compare your life with mine." I fumed at her, telling her what I really feel. "I get that your not really liked by the Hastings because you didn't come from a rich family but why the need to try to gloat on a bedridden girl?"
"I'm not trying to gloat! I'm just trying to tell you my problems because I know you'll be the only one that's going to be able to understand them! Don't you get it! We're the same!" She tried to plead her case but it just made me roll my eyes.
"So basically, you didn't come here to celebrate my birthday after all? This is about you, that's what you're trying to say right?" I crossed my arms, giving her a snarky look.
"I guess you can say that." She crosses her fingers before leaning over to me. "You know, you're the only one in the family that doesn't really hate me except my husband. That's why I decided to come here to greet you a happy birthday." She places her hand on my cheek, acting all sympathetic.
My face contorted into a scowl, not buying into her honeyed words. Ya right.. that woman is just using me to compare her life with so she can feel good about herself. She really needs to reevaluate her actions because I never said that I didn't hate her.
"By the way, how are you here? Has it been alright here?" She changes the topic, turning it to me all of a sudden.
"If you consider, sitting around a bed, trying to watch shows that make you feel bad, alright then sure, be my guess," I responded pessimistically, making her frown at me and give me a look of pity.
"Aw.. don't think like that. I mean, staying home is fun. I mean I prefer staying in the bed rather than standing up and having to do some work." She tried to share her opinion to ease my situation but it didn't really make me feel better.
"Uh. Of course, staying in bed is fun but NOT all the time." I sighed. "I've had a lot of things I wanted to be when I grew up. I planned to be an actress in Hollywood, walking the red carpet but that's really not possible now."
"Why?" Her DUMB self raised her eyebrow, is this woman dumb? WHY ASK ME when she knows...
"It's because I DON'T THINK they accept crippled bed ridden girls to walk on the red carpet. Also, I'm about to die in a year or so. So that's why it's impossible." I narrowed my eyes on my dumb aunt. "Honestly, half a brain might help you to be well-liked in the family." I grinned with sass to her.
"I doubt you're going to go to Hollywood with that rotten personality of yours." She clapped back at me, hitting my nerve.
"Oh fuck off. Are you done now? Can you just leave! I don't want to see you here!" I immediately exploded, asking her to leave. She bullseye me in the spot that I didn't want to be attacked on.
"You really need to work on that temper, you know. How are you going to get other people to like you if you push everyone away from you." She muttered out a smart remark, making my skin crawl even more from the annoying pest.
"WELL, there's no point in trying to do that! Everyone that I ever cared for now is dead! My parents died, my relatives hate me to the point that they didn't even bother wanting to go here on my birthday. Honestly, I'm just as good as dead. So there's no point in trying to do anything with me." I denounced over to her, almost knocking over the flowers that she placed on the table from my anger.
"Alright then.. I'm sorry.. I think me, visiting her just made it worst. I'll just get going now. See you." She stood up from her seat and grabbed her purse and went outside of the room. Leaving me alone with a broken heart and a mind to think about.
Is there even a point in living if I'm just going to die anyway? I HATE THIS! I hate everything that happened to me! What did I ever do to deserve all of this! THIS IS ALL OF THEIR FAULT! WHY DID THEY JUST HAVE TO DIE AND LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE THIS! I HAD DREAMS, I WANTED A FUTURE BUT I JUST GOT FUCKED OVER!
I grabbed the vase from the table and out of anger, I threw it on the ground. I thought it would make me feel better but it wasn't enough. I needed to throw something else, I needed to destroy something else. I grabbed the pendant the candy striper gave me and I threw it hard on the door as soon as it hit the ground hard. Black smoke started to surround and swirl around it. Wha.. what the hell is happening?