That Evening.

Blythe was the ideal person to be friends with. She was the most selfless person one could know, with her vivacious personality she could befriend almost anyone she wanted to. Blythe was known for her undeniably likely character and her ability of being there for anyone that was in dire need. She had deep-set eyes of the color hazel, and a tint of pink always seemed to make its way up her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face was the brightest at any time of the day and miraculously glowed at night. She was currently going to Columbia University majoring in Psychology and residing at the dorms at her university. She was in the last year of her bachelor’s degree in Psychology at Columbia University, at the age of 22. She had a big friend group at the Broadway Hall, and was very interactive with other students in her classes.

Every girl at the dorms would greet her, and she would do the same, the boys in the halls would check her out from head to toe to have her swoon over them, but she knew everyone around all too well. She would dress completely in designer clothes, for she was head over heels for every piece of Hermes and loved every article of Gucci she had, to death, but she kept her style simple yet elegant. She would often get stares from students for her extravagant habits, but there was no way she would let anyone’s opinion get to her, for she was born into this way of life. She had the best of best stationery accompanying her to her classes and was on top of her classes like she had always been. She was not considered a teacher’s pet for she was not one. She was spectacular at sports, regardless of her height. She was 5’3, shorter than most girls at the university, but she used it to her advantage, taking every chance to make her way around things regardless of how she was or who she was.

She had problems back home, from Hudson Yards, but she had never thought of neglecting her family problems just because she was able to get in at Columbia. She used to call home every few days to make sure her siblings were alright, and that her mother was not off her rocker, for she was from a wealthy family but scandals had been the specialty of Hudson Yards Pruitt’s. She was the eldest sister in her family after her three younger siblings, and with one elder brother who was away for his studies in Europe. She was not very close to her father, however, she was not very close to any of her family either. She had a strained relationship with her own family, which is why she gave and looked for comfort in people other than her blood relations.

She was brought up to put all her faith in the religion of Christianity, and she used to be a devoted Christian, however, she slowly lost all the values she once used to practice. She no longer believed in redemption, for she had seen with her eyes how her parents’ lives had rolled out to be as a result of their sins, the constant infidelity, and random acts of violence with their marriage being nothing but a sham to the public eye. She vividly remembered going to the Church on Sundays where she was a choir girl, but with these came flooding the memories of her parents having affairs within the house of the Lord. She was not a very emotional person, but she was sound with her feelings and opinions about people and her beliefs. She had not let her parents know about her beliefs about religion, for she was very well aware of what their thoughts would be upon her belief – they would be overwhelmed with disgust and disappointment with her actions and thoughts, regardless of their actions which seemed to do their religion utter disrespect.

This was her last year here, at Columbia and she wanted to make the best of her time left here. She had been too concentrated on her curricular activities, for the past three years, but it’s not like she did not have fun at all. She already had her timetable and events schedule organized and put upon her dorm door. She had a hectic life at the University considering she was now a senior, though she seemed to handle it perfectly.

Blythe was going to meet her family after a year, for she had been too busy to meet them any other time of the past year. She was looking forward to the break, so that she could go home back home and meet her family – her siblings, to those she was looking forwards to meet for they had been attending their boarding school. She was not entirely open to the idea of meeting her family after this long on a sudden note, but it was not as if she had an option to not attend the meeting, though she wished dearly that she would have the authority to skip this mayhem of an inevitable family meeting which seemed more like a pandemonium. She was going to leave for home the next day, and return the day before the start of her fourth year at Columbia. She had not even left the embrace of her dorm, and yet she yearned for her to return from the revolting place called home.

This was two years ago. Blythe never returned at Columbia to attend her fourth year as a Psychology major. She had no contact whatsoever to anyone that she used to call her friend, nor anyone in her family had heard from her in over two years, after that family meeting. No one physically saw her for a year after the events of the unfortunate evening that took two years ago. No one that she found comfort in mattered to her anymore. It was that time, where she was one who unavoidably went off the deep end. She was driven to the extent where she almost burned everything, along with herself, down that evening.

She was currently living at the family’s mansion in Hidden Hills, which had been handed in ownership to her by her father after she left. When she was let known of this, she did not visit the mansion for a year, because she felt that she would have to see her family’s face again. Whilst not staying here, she spent her time with the wrong people. She indulged in sinful behavior and experienced all her highs and lows with people she would only meet for once in her lifetime. She was an avid drinker now, an alcoholic; however she did not prefer to be addressed as one. She was used to waking up with people she had never met, and barely remembered the previous, though it no longer held any importance towards her.

She left all her thoughts so unattended, that she did not realize that she was slowly but eventually turning into her parents, adopting each one of their spiteful habits. She was turning into her worst nightmare, for she always avoided the thought of the possibility of her turning into her parents. She was not of the same mentality now, for she no longer gave extra thought to her actions, far away from being the person that people found comfort in. She was repulsive and defamatory, though her dressing sense had not changed; she was infamous wherever she went. Whenever a thought of returning to her family popped in her head, she drank until she was senseless, and took full measures to avoid even the mention of her background to anyone.

She was a reveler and a socialite now. She had no interest in being under or above the radar for she was enjoying the life she had now. She would receive a call now and then from her siblings, wanting to see her and spending time with her, but she never bothered replying to their calls of desperation to see their sister, who once used to be their anchor. She had caused quite some scandals here and there, destroying the name of Hudson Pruitt’s in the elite society. She would feel extreme pleasure from these acts that would cause utter disrespect for the family everywhere. She still had not come to terms with what had happened two years ago that evening; she had no intention to.

She received a letter from her father one evening, desperately begging her to visit the family for something unfortunate had happened. She cackled at the sight of the letter, as she threw it away and thought to herself of how pathetic people can be to grab attention. Over the period, Blythe received numerous letters, each time with a new level of desperation, but at a point, she stopped reading them. She would receive them, and without giving a thought to it, she threw them away simultaneously.

She was interrupted when she was fully dressed in lavish clothing for a social event with the young elites. She heard her elder brother Emmett yell her name, and with a quick pace, she walked into the hall with a plain face with hints of a quirky smug expression. “This is what you have become?! Do you know for how long father has been addressing letters to you? Do you even read them?!” he questioned Blythe with a seething tone. Blythe found utter humor in her brother’s words and an explicit chuckle left her mouth as she said, “I am having too much fun with how I am living to give a flying fuck about any of you. So no, I have not read a single pathetic letter from father, not that he does not deserve to be left unattended.” Her brother looked at her with an unreadable expression and burst into tears with hesitation. Blythe had not seen her brother in such a vulnerable state for a long time, for he was a man with the heart of steel and rarely ever cried, that too in front of anyone. “Our younger brother, Bentley, he has Leukemia. He is on stage 3; the doctors have informed us that his condition will only get worse. They have given him a week, at most.” He said, while stuttering in between and then sobbed even harder.

Blythe was not stable after hearing this. She did not cry. She was not even moving after a few moments. Her brother offered to escort to Bentley, for that was the last thing she wanted to do. She was seeing red right now; she was unable to construct sentences, let alone deciding at the moment. She had not noticed that she had fallen, and was now trembling. She motioned her brother to wait for her. She ran to her room and grabbed a paper and pen. She could not see the sight of her brother right now, for she swore she would die of shame before even looking into her brother’s eyes.

She started writing:

 Dear Bentley,

 I know how much you loathe me right now, I do not think you would want to see me anytime soon, and if it is not that way, I cannot see you for I would die of shame of how I have let my brother down. I know how selfish I have been, I know I used to tell you that I am your anchor and that you would not need anyone else on this planet because you would always have me. But I was wrong, I thought that by being your anchor, I would make you strong; I- 

 She wrote this on a piece of paper but tore it immediately, for she was not wanting her brother to be in pain by reading about her miseries in this new life.

Dear Bentley, 

 You deserve the world, and I cannot think of why a beautiful soul like you would be punished in the worst of ways. 

 You deserve a far better sister. I cannot change what I have done, for there is no act of redeeming, but I need you to know that I love you, I always will, no matter if I visit you or don’t. 

 Your sister, Blythe. 

She wrote this down on a paper, and handed it over to Emmett, and told him to go. He was left shock over how she wouldn’t shed a tear over the events. “Have some faith in Jesus! For all, we know he could get better or worse! Do you know the rights of visiting the sick, you swine?!” He yelled at Blythe in disgust, where she replied, “Not much. But I have enough to believe that He will forgive me for what I am doing. Please just give this to Bentley; I will not be visiting him anytime soon. I also have an event to attend now, so I would prefer it if you leave immediately.” Her brother had a scornful expression on his face and left saying, “You transformed into her. Who knew you would do our mother better than even herself.”