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Nobody thought a reality show would ruin someone's life.
And end one.
Fucking end a life.
Great job Carrie, it's all your fault.
All your fault.
"Look, we've done everything we've done. You've been sad since he died, I understand. I feel bad for you I really do." Kitty was sitting across from Carrie in her house, she had been coming to her house every single day to check up on her, just to make sure she didn't try and shoot or hang herself for the 30th time in one week.
The whole house had been messed up, she hasn't bothered to clean it one bit. She just sits around all day crying about Devin's death, she cut herself almost every day remembering it, if she could even forget it.
Carrie stared at her back with half lidded eyes. "No, you don't get it. I confessed to him, then he fucking died. It's ALL MY FAULT! IF I DIDN'T DO THAT THEN MAYBE JUST MAYBE HE WOU-" her crying was interrupted by Kitty grabbing her shoulder.
"No, it wasn't. The problem is me having to come here every week, just to make sure you're still living. You can't keep doing this. It's not good for you." Kitty felt genuinely concerned. None of the other contestants besides Emma had heard about her since that episode, the whole series was pulled off air before it could even finish.
Carrie threw her phone onto the floor, cracking it. "LIKE I SAID! YOU DON'T FUCKING GET THIS SHIT, KITTY! HE'S DEAD, HE'S NOT COMING BACK! AND IT'S ALL MY FUCKING FAULT! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I'M GONNA FUCKING DO IT AGAIN! NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU TAKE MY GUN AWAY!"
It's true. Kitty had taken away her gun about the 5th time she had visited, she couldn't risk her trying to commit suicide again. She had found other ways to try, hanging, which Kitty thankfully found her doing before she could actually die. Stabbing, which again, thankfully was prevented by her taking away Carries kitchen knifes.
Kitty just sighed. "Come on, let's get you to bed. You need it." She grabbed her arm and dragged her to her room, placing her onto the bed with the little strength she had. "I'm staying here. I don't want you to attempt again thinking I won't know."
"Okay.. thanks..I guess.." Carrie grabbed the pillow next to her and started crying into it. Kitty looked back at her "if you need anything, tell me..I'll be on the couch, okay?" She just looked as she exited the door, then turned the other way in her bed. "Okay.."
Kitty walked out, shutting the door behind her, then sat on the couch, looking outside the window at the moon. She sighed and pulled her phone out, calling her sister, Emma.
Emma picked up the phone. "You coming home?"
Kitty groaned as she laid down. "Umm...no. I don't think she's getting any better at all. I've done everything in my power. She won't budge one bit."
Emma just sighed. "Of course she hasn't... I still don't know what else to do. I think she'll just actually die tomorrow. She's not gonna be here long, I'm sure of it."
"Don't encourage it, sis. I'm trying my best to help Carrie, but even though she isn't getting better, doesn't mean she should die." Kitty had a sort of concerned look.
"I'm not saying that! I'm just saying.. keeping this behavior up..she won't live much longer. She's gonna kill herself and genuinely die. I'm fucking sure of it, Kitty." Emma rubbed the bridge of her nose and groaned.
"Well, I'll try my best to prevent that. She's a good person, she's just...going through..a thing in her life..." Kitty pulled up a blanket she found and yawned.
Emma sat down on her bed and frowned a bit. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, call me if anything happens."
"Yeah...see you tomorrow..love you."
"Love you too."