Chapter 6：chapter 6

today officially marks the last twenty four hours of the second month! then we go into the third month and then, the fourth and final month before the....incident/ending the world. which I cant wait for but It may be delayed due to the fact that my sister lightly damaged my rose of Azura. that old hag, always messing up my things and chances. I walked down the long, gravel sidewalk towards my own little studio. I haven't been there since college but I do know that its my property and no one can enter or vandalize it so I should be good. I should be able to get in no problem. I slipped my slightly rusted key into the key slot and twisted left. it opened with an ear ripping screech but I still loved the way it looked. old but still looks new in many ways. I breathed it all in, admiring the dusty old furniture, dirty glass coffee table and the very dirty glass wall I used on one side of the room for dancing. half was a dance studio and the other half was a little hang out spot for me to test out experiments and just chill out. speaking of chill, it was quite cold in here with the AC still cranked for when I needed it while dancing. I didn't exactly to come here to dance I came here to test out my citric acid and the rest of the ingredients I obtained over the past week. I set out all my supplies all over the glass table. careful not to scratch the glass more then it already was. in the end my test results were quite helpful and I think that in about four weeks I should be ready to make my potion. now shall I dance to take a break? I think so.

*an hour later*

I danced to "Umpah Umpah" by Red Velvet. it was a great song and the dance was so fun to learn and to add freestyle moves and sections to as well. now I am currently on my way to my "lovely" two bedroom house. Excited to make a cup of coffee or tea and just lay down and sleep for a long period of time. I unlocked the door to my house and to my surprise it was actually clean for once. I walked sluggishly into my room, dropping iff my bags carefully and hiding them where I could. getting ready to sleep and doing the usual routine, looking and adding to my blueprints along with brushing my teeth and hair. the boring things you don't want to hear about really. i fell and sunk right into my bed, falling asleep and letting the darkness consume me peacefully but quickly. I better not be awoken again. can I at least have one good night of sleep? is it that hard to ask for? I mean I haven't done anything other than planning to end the world of course to deserve this cruel treatment. anyways, after I fell asleep I again, woke up feeling very tired but hey, I got a full twelve hours so that's good right? I decided to go downstairs to make a pot of coffee only to realize, I have no real coffee grounds or beans and that I have to make instant coffee. fuck. I hate instant coffee its just not fresh. or at least it doesn't feel as fresh or taste as fresh to me. I groan in disbelief and go on with mu morning, I'm probably boring you readers so lets make something actually. happen shall we? something I forgot to tell you about till now. turns out my sister left a note before she left after I beat her in our fight. how nice of her.

"dear Helena, I would regret to inform you that I am going to kill myself, I don't feel like dying by my little sister, that's quite stupid isn't it? the thing is, I don't actually feel regret while writing this. I just kind of want a tad bit of you to suffer knowing that your the reason your big sister killed herself. I just think that maybe I should say a short goodbye, goodbye Helena, I think that the way i'm going to execute myself is shoot my brains out because its quick and I don't feel it I don't think. see the thing is I don't actually care too much because I already feel outsmarted by your arrogant smart ass. this is all for now...forever I guess. haha I will have to learn how to write a proper suicide letter. bye bye little sissy." and that was all she said. normal people would be balling their eyes out and contemplate taking their own life as well. but you see, i'm not normal. I haven't actually shed a tear over my sister since the first time I read this letter. yes, I have read it over and over again to see if she was faking her death, but turns out not. well that is until she's actually dead. she doesn't seem intelligent enough to do it right after writing the god damn letter. she would have to have someone kill her for her if that makes sense. you see, she doesn't know what its like to actually be depressed so how does she have the right to kill herself you may ask? simple. she doesn't have the right. no-one does. she may have been depressed knowing she was going to die anyways kin a matter of a month but she could also have just said that and "done" this to make herself look like shes the poor older sister and im a crazy, little sister who killed my older sister. she would rather have my reputation if I had one, ruined. so she could be laughing at me from the depths of hell where she shall burn with the most uproar of pain. until I realized what she could have done..