Not All Outlaws Are Bad

Lyra's POV
"Izzy cuts." The whole room was silent, and I felt like having a meltdown right then and there. My baby sister hurts herself. But why?
I struggled to get out of the bed without being noticed. Of course, Ash instantly noticed. The universe hates me. "Whoa, Lyra, what are you doing?" He asked.
"I have to see my sister." I rasped hoarsely. I fought against Ash's restraining grasp weakly.
Andy hurried to my side, gently pushing me closer to Ash so that I couldn't escape. "I will bring her in here, but you are in no condition to move." I nodded, defeated.
Andy disappeared out the door, only to return with my little sister. Izzy was hanging her head in sorrow. Andy and Ashley left, leaving me to take care of her. "Come here, Izzy." I said. She burrowed her head into my stomach, just like she used to before I stopped eating. I patted her blonde head affectionately, hugging her tightly. Finally, she pulled back. She looked at me, tears forming in her usually bright eyes.
"Why?" We asked at the same time. I smiled weakly, longing for the happiness that we had once had. I decided to answer her first.
"I messed up. I took away your only parent when you needed her, and I wasn't a very good sister either. I mean, look at me. I starve myself, I self harm, and people hate me so much that they try to kill me." I took a deep breath, trying hard to keep the tears from falling.
"Oh, Lyra." Izzy sighed. "People don't hate you. Jason was a crazy stalker that was going to kill someone anyways. It's a good thing that it was you and that the guys were able to save you and get Jason sent to jail. You saved lives."
I was touched that she would say that about me, but I refused to accept it. "But Diana helped him."
Izzy got this look on her face, like she smelled something nasty. "Don't pay any attention to her. She's a bitch and was probably just trying to get into Jason's pants." I raised an incredulous eyebrow at her language, trying and failing to suppress a smile. "She's also the reason I almost killed myself last year."
"What?" I choked, almost falling off the bed. "What did she do?"
"She was always trying to get you to hate me, blaming stuff on me that I didn't do, trying to make you trust her more than you trusted me. But you never did. You always asked me before jumping to conclusions. She finally realized that it wasn't going to work, so she tried to make me hate you. She never let you hang out with me, and she was always sending me pictures of how much fun you guys were having without me. She would tell me that I was never going to be a good enough sister to you and that I might as well stop trying. She attacked me all the time, never giving me the chance to tell you what was going on. Finally I felt like she was right and that the world would be better off without me. I tried to kill myself, but her brother saved me. He took me to the ER and never told anyone about it." I was in shock. How could Diana do this?
I grabbed Izzy's wrist, turning it towards the light. There was a deep, jagged scar zigzagging its way down her wrist. It matched mine perfectly. "Izzy," I almost sobbed. "I will always be there for you. Don't let anyone ever tell you that I won't."
She smiled, and then asked me the one question that I least expected to hear. "So, are you and Ashley dating yet?"

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