Uhh....so this is some hardcore stuff. It involves violence, drug addiction, and some other stuff, so if you don't wanna read that, please move along. In addition, this story is based off of a song, and it might further your enjoyment if you listened to it during or after you read this, so here's a link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRRsOfmTLV4
Pokemon aimed for: Slakoth
Needed characters: 5k
Actual Characters: 7183
Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over
-Strawberry Gashes by Jack Off Jill
Claire walked into the apartment that she shared with her sister and flicked on the light. She gasped and dropped the bag of groceries she had been carrying. The bag hit the floor and a bottle of milk inside split open, spilling milk all over the dirty tile.
“Scarlett!” Claire screamed and ran to her sister who was curled up in the corner. Scarlett’s eyes were slightly open, tiny pinpricks of green in the dim light of the apartment, but she appeared to be unconscious. Her once pretty mahogany hair was a tangled mess that hung over her face like a veil. Claire pulled her eyes away from her sister’s face and forced herself to look lower down her sister’s body, to the place she already knew there would be…and she was right. Sickly purple track lines raced up and down both arms. Claire felt her eyes begin to fill up with tears and she quickly wiped them away. She couldn’t take her sister to the hospital again. She had promised…. She grabbed a filthy blanket off of the couch and wrapped her sister in it before picking her up. Scarlett was only two years younger than Claire, but weighed less than ninety pounds. Her skin clung to her body, revealing nothing but a skeleton beneath it. Claire cradled her in her arms and sat down on the couch. She began to rock herself steadily back and forth, trying not to think about what was happening.
Claire looked up briefly as Sylvia, Scarlett’s Slakoth, came running out of one of the bedrooms. Sylvia looked guiltily at Claire and whined softly. Sylvia wrung her paws nervously and tried not to look directly at either sister. Claire bent forward and pet the brown sloth Pokemon on the head.
“It’s alright, Sylvia,” Claire whispered to her. She placed her sister down gently on the couch. “Can you stay with her for a moment?”
Sylvia nodded slowly and climbed up on to the couch next to Scarlett. She curled around her master, as if trying to protect her. Poor baby, Claire thought, You can’t protect her from herself. Claire sighed as she walked into their small kitchen. It smelled like rotting vegetation and the sink was filled to the brim with dirty dishes. She opened the refrigerator and instantly wished she hadn’t. She slammed the door shut and instead opened a cabinet. From it she took a large bottle of whiskey. She unscrewed the lid and took a long drink before putting it back. That’s when the power went out. The lights flickered and went dim, leaving her alone in a sea of darkness.
“Goddammit!” Claire shouted and the tears finally came. She put her head in her hands and cried, her fingers grasping at hair the same color as her sister’s. They used to look almost identical. After a few moments, Claire managed to collect herself and stood up. She dug through a drawer before feeling something that she assumed was a candle. She placed both hands in front of her and found her way carefully back to the couch. Reaching into Scarlett’s purse, which was always on the coffee table, Claire found a lighter. She pulled it out and flicked the switch. The light was small, but it at least allowed her to see what she was doing. Claire held the flame to the candle wick and watched transfixed as the thin piece of fabric caught fire. The flickering light of the candle made shadows dance all around the room and Claire watched them, wondering why these shadows insisted on haunting her. She looked down at Scarlett again.
My God, Claire thought, her skin is so pale….I can almost see through it. It was true. A network of veins and arteries twisted and curled under a thin layer of Scarlett’s skin. Claire could imagine the liquid poison her sister shot up every day, racing through those veins, racing down inside her. Claire winced and walked away. It was too late for this shit, she decided. She went to her room and climbed into bed, but Claire didn’t sleep much that night. Instead, she lay awake all night, one thought teasing her, haunting the edge of her consciousness. It’s all my fault.
The next morning, as soon as Scarlett woke up, Claire began to scream at her. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? You’re living like some kind of disaster! And you’re worse than that, too. Sylvia stayed with you all last night and the night before that and for as long as I can remember!” Scarlett acted as though she couldn’t hear. Anger rose up in Claire, almost like bile, she felt it come up from deep in her stomach and rise to her throat. “You worthless bitch!” she shrieked and slapped Scarlett. Scarlett didn’t even blink. Instead, she stood up mechanically from where she had been seated on the couch, went into the bathroom and locked the door. Claire sighed and left for work, slamming the door as she went. Sylvia merely crawled off of the couch and laid outside the bathroom door, whimpering.
That night, when Claire came home from work, she was once again plagued by guilt. She wasn’t surprised to find Scarlett still locked in the bathroom. Claire sighed and knocked lightly on the door.
“Are you alright, Scarlett?”
Scarlett sniffed dramatically before saying , “I’m fine.”
“Then why are you still in the bathroom?”
“It’s wonderful here, Claire.”
Claire remained silent for a moment, before sliding down onto the floor. “What am I going to do with you?” she muttered to herself. Claire laid down next to Sylvia and spent the night on the tile floor outside the bathroom. Once in the middle of the night, Claire woke up and thought she could hear Scarlett speaking with someone. The other person had an almost demonic voice. Claire clawed frantically at the door before waking up and realizing she had dreamt it.
“Claire, what are you doing?” Scarlett asked anxiously from inside the bathroom.
Claire felt embarrassed. “Just a bad dream, Scar. It’s over now.”
There was silence for a moment. “What was it about, Claire?”
Claire thought for a moment before deciding to lie. “I can’t remember. I lost it.”
“Some things you lose and other things you just give away,” Scarlett replied.
Before Claire could ask what she meant, she fell back asleep. It was the last time she would speak with her sister again. Claire’s dreams were filled with half images of monsters and demons. Every single one ended in a sea of dark red blood.
In the morning, Claire stared up at the door. Most of the white paint was chipped off and the handle looked slightly rusty. Claire stood up and tried to open it and was surprised to find it unlocked. Carefully, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Scarlett?” she called. Then she began to scream.
Scarlett was bent over the side of the bathtub, blood draining from her arms and pooling at the bottom. Claire screamed and screamed. It was as if there had been a part of her sister inside her and it had been ripped out, leaving a bloody hole in her own chest. She had lost a part of herself. Eventually, she managed to force herself to look at Scarlet’s body. Strawberry red gashes stretched up and down both arms. The cause of death. In her hands, Scarlett was holding a razor. Claire stopped. Could she really bear to live completely alone? With no family or friends? Slowly, surely, Claire grabbed the razor in one hand. Sylvia watched from the hallway, unable to say a word.