Hey, sorry for the lack of activity on my profile. As you all know, I'm very focused on school and work right now so writing isn't my priority but I'm still trying to get chapters out for y'all. Wicca Trouble is nearly half way done for the next chapter so in 2-3 weeks it'll be up hopefully. Hope all of y'all had a good day/night ❤
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Take away all the possibilities.

Take away all the dreams.

What are you left with now that the things that make a child innocent have been stripped away? What would a child with no hope for the future be called? Perhaps the question that should be asked is why someone would forsake the future of the world like so?

They're empty. They're only existing and not living. For a child to be happy they must have love be given to them but if it is not there then their emotions become stunted and they lose touch with them unable to express how they feel later in life and causing friction in personal relationships.

Maybe that's why Keith sat there in his hospital bed staring down quietly at his fingers painted in the golden rays of sunlight as a tiny ladybug ran across his fingers tickling his skin. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about it all. The little pain he felt in his chest when he thought about Lance all the way to the fire that raged inside of him when he thought of his father being a janitor at the very hospital he was basically living inside of at this point. The feeling of nausea that would sweep over him like a dark cloud when he thought about the day he was abandoned made him feel bile rise into his throat and it left the foul taste of resentment to linger there for hours to come.

What was he to do?

Was he supposed to confront that janitor whenever he came back or was he to just sit and allow the man he had once loved so dearly walk away like that rainy April day? The hurt he felt from the years of wondering where his father went and the crushed hopes and dreams that lay scattered across the floor like a broken glass were unfixable even with sweet nothings that could slip from his father's lips.

Nothing could ever heal the wounds that had been carved into his heart like hieroglyphics on stone. Nothing. They were there forever, awaiting the moment historians discover them and study them in order to understand what they represented. Keith's eyes widened and his lips parted to let out a small, child-like gasp as the ladybug opened it's shell to spread its wings and fly out of the room with a quiet vvvvr noise. His hand fell against the white sheets of his bed and his thick brows furrowed into a frown that wrinkled his forehead. Just like everything in this world, all things must leave at a certain point, don't they?

"Keith," Vivian's hummed as she entered the hospital room with a small bag of food in hand. "I've brought some greasy food to quench your undying hunger!"

That was how it was meant to be. Everything was meant to leave at some point in time whether it be a baby bird spreading its wings to leap from the nest to make its first flight into the distant freedom it had tasted in the wind that ruffled its feathers in the early mornings. All things would have to continue on in the never-ending cycle of life, however, Vivian never seemed to leave his side, unlike his biological and adoptive parents. Since he first came into the Kogane family, she had been glued to his side tugging on the end of his shirt to hold his hand while she had her thumb stuck in her mouth. Her bright eyes were always gleaming with this child-like innocence in them claiming this mysterious kid who had lost that same light ages ago as her older brother; her lifetime protector who would fight the monsters under her bed and keep the playground bullies away from her. She had never once left his side even after she had taken her thumb from her mouth and began to fall into the life her parents had planned for her, she had always been there as the same little sister he had had since he had been brought into the spotlight for the first time.

She never left his side when the time got hard.

She stuck with him until the end with an undying smile.

She was his true family. His only one.

"Viv," Keith's frown changed slowly as his gaze softened on his little sister who was now at his side holing out a Mcdonalds burger with the brightest smile on her face that there ever was. "Mom's gonna wring your neck you know."

Vivian stuck her tongue out and shrugged slightly as Keith took the food from her hand. "Not like it'll change the fact you ate the food."

Keith laughed slightly as he unwrapped the burger and began taking large bites out of it. "You should've had them put extra sauce on it so it would taste even better and be messier than what you got me."

"Why don't I go raid the cafeteria downstairs and slap every sauce I can find onto it," Vivian said as she reached into the bag and tossed a fry into her mouth only to let out a little sigh of joy. She never really ate fries that often.

Keith looked away from his sister and began to nibble at his sandwich. A nauseating feeling had crept its way back into his stomach making his food seem like only fuel to the disgusting fire burning inside. Was he wrong to lash out on Lance earlier?

He felt his heart drop a little as he remembered the hrt in Lance's eyes as Keith had yelled at him to get out. Why was he like this? He always eventually pushed away everyone he cared about and he had finally done it with Lance, someone who meant so much to him. He had been there when Keith had awoken from his surgery just like he had sworn to do and yet Keith wasn't even able to handle the truth about his own life long enough to hear out his only true friend.

What was wrong with him?

"If you had a fight with someone you cared about and you said some hurtful things," Keith swallowed down the last bite of his food and lifted his purple eyes up to meet Vivian's eyes. "What would you do?"

Vivian took a moment to think over her words carefully, her brows slightly rose as she looked up at the ceiling. Then, she brought her index finger to her chin and spoke quietly, "Well you can never truly take back what's been said right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

She lowered her hand and smiled down at Keith, "Then I would do acts of love to show them that I regret ever saying hateful things."

"But what would those be?" Keith asked.

Vivian laughed out loud for a moment before she shrugged slightly, "I would do things that made them laugh, maybe cry, but overall I would do something that makes them know I understand I did wrong."

Keith found himself smiling softly at his little sister. He would definitely make it up to Lance and try to apologize to him.

His father didn't matter anymore, he had closed that chapter of his life the moment Lance had entered it. He was ready for the future.

How was it?
Any criticism?

I hope y'all enjoyed it and if you have any questions or concerns leave them in the comments!

Goodnight my kiddos ❤

-Anri