“Why are you even asking that question!?” She soaked the towel in water, before gently dabbing at the wound. “Paula! Call the ambulance! I want this checked!” The blonde bellowed towards the hallway, and when she heard a loud ‘yes!’ she continued lightly patting the wound, the white towel now stained crimson. A sigh escaped her lips, getting back up to grab the small first aid that her family always left on top of the fridge.
On her toes, she grabbed the small white plastic box with the red cross on the front, and opened it, grabbing the small roll of gauze and the special tape. She knelt back down, tightly wrapping the gauze around his chest. “You go to an elite boarding school and yet you though to do this reckless move!” She scolded, tightening the bandage as she finally taped it.
Digits went to wipe the tears that were threatening to fall, as she walked over to the counter and recieved a tissue. She dabbed under her eyes, trying to reduce the puffiness. Perhaps she would get into some of Paula’s makeup, so as to not look like she’s been crying for thirty minutes (even though she has been).
“You scared me, you idiot.”
“Paula, do not call the ambulance!” He yelled, trying to sound the calmest as he could, but also demanding. Surely the maid would listen to him, considering he was the oldest and apparently the most sane out of the two (in his point of view, that is).
“I’ll be fine, Lizzy, don’t overreact. Stop crying, ok? Because if you cry, I’ll cry too. You want me to cry?” He already wanted to cry, but the urge just increased with her being like this. And ah, the towel she was using to clean things up – how he wished to toss it miles again, but was too stubborn to admit it. It was only making him feel worst. It felt as the shards were just penetrating more into his skin when she tried to clean it.
“Just give me a tweezers, I’ll take care of it. Go to the bathroom to wipe those tears out of your beautiful face. It’ll be fine”, he tried a reassuring voice tone. “I love you, sis, so go. Sorry for scaring you, I’m just upset, I guess. It’s not your fault.” It was Ciel’s fault, for wanting to marry his baby girl. Ugh.
The sound of glass shattering against the floor alerted her, making her move her hands from her face and momentarily silence her sobs. It sounded relatively close, like the kitchen. You don’t think…
“Edward!” She yelled, running to the doorway only to see a broken beer bottle on the ground, and her brother with the tip of it still in his hand. Quickly she dashed to him, resisting the urge to slap the living shit out of him, if he really did what she thinks he did. Quickly she glanced at his chest, emerald orbs widening in panic as she saw the scarlet liquid seep through his shirt, and she quickly ran to grab cloth and paper towels.
“You bloody moron!” She sobbed, tears blurring her vision as she quickly grabbed the ducktape from the drawer and stood in front of him. “Take your shirt off, I need to see how badly you just hurt yourself!” She was in a panic, and cursed herself making mother go out to buy her that new dress that was on sale while Lizzy practiced. She was an idiot—a stupid fool. She had only seen documentaries, only read a few facts online, but she never really knew how to deal with this. “Edward, oh my god.” She would stop, stop seeing Ciel. She wouldn’t talk to him, she really wouldn’t, if it meant her brother would quit acting so stupidly.. Elizabeth just wanted her brother to stop.
“Why are you crying even though I’m the one who – ?” Oh, now he felt ashamed of himself. He also felt a stinging pain in the chest, though that was just a detail. Had he done that to make her mad? Maybe, because he did feel very mad. But he didn’t expect her to cry. Oh, please don’t cry, Lizzy. Even though I’m all hurt like this, to see you cry, it just makes me feel a hundred times worse.
After letting out a sigh, he decided not to take his shirt of. He felt the injuries had been severe and that a lot of glass had gotten under his skin just because of that angry outburst, and there was no reason to worry her more. It felt so sick, so stupid, that he had done something like that. Not once in his life he wished to see her crying.
“Just forget it. I’ll take a shower and come clean up this mess before the maid sees it. It’s all under control.” Things felt very out of the control to him, but he needed to keep calm and try to relax, not to stress the girl out even more. He also wanted to stay away from her for the moment, as he couldn’t stand the vision of her being sad.
She felt tears brim the corners of her eyes, standing up abruptly. The bench screeched against the wooden floor, but she didn’t give care—didn’t even flinch. Did he really hate him that much? Did he not want to see her happy?!
“Fine, then I’m not your sister anymore.” The words came out in a breath, hands balled into fists at her side. She wanted to stomp, and scream, and run up to him and hug him, but no, she’s too stubborn. But it wasn’t her fault, no, it wasn’t! It was his, for not respecting her wishes, for not letting her love someone in peace. She loved him as much as he loved her, but sometimes, when you love someone, you have to let them go.
“I-I will! Since Ciel respects my wishes, respects my choices!” She was yelling, venom dripping from her mouth. “Ciel loves me! More than you ever did!”
He wouldn’t cry. Boy didn’t cry. But he was mad, infuriated. And terribly sad. So he went to the kitchen, without saying a word, and broke a beer glass bottle at his chest. It hurt, but it didn’t hurt more than what Elizabeth had told him. Edward felt like collapsing, but he wouldn’t give her the pleasure. Not going to the hospital either, needles scared him to death. Now that Elizabeth Midford wasn’t his sister anymore, nothing mattered. So it was fine if he died.
So done with this. That relationship, Edward didn’t want to live to see it. Or rather, he was more fond of making drama and injuring himself terribly just so she would see what her and Ciel were doing to him psychologically. It was much worse. His body felt heavier. Hang in there.
“Edward it was an arranged marriage, and I just so happen to actually like the guy! I love him, I’m going to marry him, and I need you to support me on this! Like any good brother would.”
“If you love me, you would understand how much Ciel means to me!” She refused to look his way, instead focusing her attention to the painting that hung on the wall to her right. She knew her brother was doing it for her own good, but she also wished to see it from her point of view. Ciel has been hurt in the past, and it’s her duty to mend his broken heart.
“Whatever. Just play already.”
When had his sister come to the point of yelling at him? It hurt. Didn’t she know a bit of genetics, on the good amounts of problems that could come from breeding two genetically close people? No, the problems were much above this. He didn’t want to let her go, ever.
“Fine, then I’m not your brother anymore.” He sounded pissed, though it was much more sadness. He wouldn’t look at her either, putting his headphones out and staring at the opposite direction. Perhaps he should lock himself up in his room and don’t leave it, like ever. She wouldn’t care. She just cared about Ciel.
“No, I don’t feel like playing ,nevermore Ask him to teach you if it’s he who you like so much.”
“He’s my fiancé, Edward. Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”
“You’re my brother, I love you regardless, okay?”
Of course she doubted him, but only mentally, for if she she was verbal about it she feared he would burst into tears or something. She sat down on the piano bench, arms crossed as she looked up at her determined brother. Perhaps was not the time to tell him that she had to learn quick, for she was meeting Ciel in a couple of hours.
“A simple song, though anything will do. Please, oh talented brother of mine, the stage is all yours.”
“For Goodness sake, Elizabeth, you’re not marrying him, he is your cousin! Whether I’m jealous or not is truly out of question!”
“If you love me, you’ll just think about how foolish this relationship is and how it affects other people.” He didn’t buy that she was actually romantically with a boy. It was simply too much for his poor overprotective heart to bear. The blond would most certainly be sure to tag along with the couple if he knew about it, as he didn’t trust what the boy could do to his sister if let alone with her. “Well, I can’t teach you ‘anything’. How about Pachelbel’s Canon?”
A giggle escaped, as she handed the other Midford the instrument. Elizabeth had heard Ciel had begun practice, so she wanted to try it too. But, it wasn’t go very well. How could Uncle Vincent do this? He must have been very talented. But she had a sneaking suspicion that her brother was bluffing, for if she could not handle it, would he be able to?
“Well, clearly not enough. You spend a lot more time with him.”
Oh, was she doubting him when he offered himself to help? He let out a chuckle, taking the violin for himself and positioning it right. But what song would she like? He decided to go with a random one that came to his mind. Edward didn’t consider himself good – oh, not even close, compared to Cheslock and the others. But practice did wonders.
A bemused expression crossed her features as she glanced up at her brother. She picked the instrument back up. They were both experts at the piano, it ran in their blood, but, the violin…they had a little trouble, or at least, she did.
“You know how to play the violin?”
“Maybe if you spent more time with me you’d know it.”
Not exactly her fault that he went to a boarding school, though even when they were on vacation she just seemed to care about another person, not him. As if he knew or not to play the violin, the answer would probably be ‘no’. While the blond was familiar with the notions, tempo and where to play the notes, playing it (well) was a completely different story.
A sigh escaped rosy lips, setting the violin down onto the table. “I was always better at the piano anyways. Why does one instrument have to be so difficult?”
He was still a bit sleepy, though couldn’t help but to try to help her out. While he wasn’t a genius with music, he had some good notions of it as he practiced a lot.
