“Aren’t you her sister?”
Anna didn’t respond. The answer to that question should have been as simple as night and day. But another part of her mind questioned that idea. Was she her sister? They shared faces but for the last 10 years, Anna never treated her like a sister. But that moment… the moment before she died; Jessica Pierce had shown Anna more love than she had experienced in the last decade. Perhaps for a while, Anna never considered her a sister, but it was clear that Jessica always had. And that… just made her feel worse. Made her feel like absolute sh!t. Worse than sh!t - it made her feel dead inside. Broken. More broken than she had ever felt.
Though not answering the question; the girl continued talking about the extra clothes and whips and it took that moment for her to realize that her whole body was covered in Jess’ blood… and there had been… so much blood. “Yes…yeah…I…” Anna muttered; still stuttering through her words as her mind reeled from what had happened. First taking out the whips; Anna started wiping the blood drenching her hands. Almost harsher than she needed to be but it felt like she couldn’t get it off. No matter how clean she had her skin within minutes; it felt like her arms were still covered as tears fell harder down her features. “I don’t…she jumped in front of me… why did she jump…in front of me…” Anna mumbled incohernetly; talking in an attempt to ease herself but it wasn’t working. “El wasn’t supposed to hurt her like that… It’s my fault she died…” Anna continued; throwing the wipes down as she started undressing. Taking the shirt off her body and her pants off; covered in her sister’s blood as well as seh grabbed the clothes in the back seat to get an essence of… feeling anything. Comprehending what happened.
As the girl beside her tried to ease her more - telling her she’d be fine, the tears welled as she looked at the girl. “Jessica died… there… she died… and god there was just… so much blood and I just… I have this feeling,” Anna muttered. “Elettra… Kai’s sister she… we were meeting and we were just supposed to talk and she stabbed…she hurt my sister,” Anna got out. Putting her head in her hands after a few moments trying to get herself in control. She was in shock; that was clear.
Keeping her head in her legs; she listened to the girl introducing herslef. Part of her didn’t care; part of her felt worse about what she had done to the girl weeks earlier. Perhaps it was the aspect of losing her sister that just made… everything she had done so much worse. “Anna,” she whispered; looking back at her after a second. “I’m… the one who slept with you two weeks ago…” she started. “I’m… sorry,” - two words that Anna never expected to come out of her mouth. But now facing the fear of never being able to truly tell her sister that; she needed to tell someone. “I’m sorry… I just… I wasn’t thinking…” Anna whispered.