Jauregui.

twelve

"N-no. I needed advice," I looked down.

"Maybe you should've thought of that before you went off on your daughter and decided to get drunk last night," she replied.

"I know, Tay. And I'm so freaking sorry. I am such an idiot. I should've never done that, and I will never again. I messed up so badly, and I wasn't there when you all needed me the most. I screwed up so bad. It was such a stupid thing to do, I know. I'm sosorry and I regret it so much. I regret saying those hateful things and leaving you guys when times go tough. I'm so sorry, and I want to fix it. So please, Tay. Please help me," I was full on sobbing again now, and I fell to the floor.

Minutes later, I felt two arms wrap around me. "Shh, Laur. I'll help you. I know that you're really sorry now," I heard my little sister's voice.

"Thank you," I cried into her arms. 

After we both got up, I sat on her armchair and she sat on her bed. "First things first. You need to get help," Taylor told me and I started to disagree. "Uh. No buts. This isn't the first time you've done this, Laur. Sure, it's the first time it's reached this point, but it isn't the first time. You need professional help. Especially now, since you have a daughter," she continued and I knew tht she was right.

"Okay. I'll tell Mom and Dad. I'll leave right after the uh-funeral," I said softly. She nodded, and I thanked her, walking downstairs to confront my parents.

"Uh Mom? Dad?" I asked softly. They both looked up at me. "I know what I did was wrong. I'm so disappointed in myself. I hate myself at the moment. You are always there for me and the one time you needed me, I let you both down. I don't deserve this, but I need you both to forgive me. I need to fix this. Can you please sign me up for  treatment, so I can go right after the funeral? I need to get this under control, now that I have a daughter," I told them and they both got up. 

"Laur. I was and still am so disappointed in you. What you did was totally unnecessary, but I am so proud that you are owning up to your actions and wanting to get help is really big. We both accept your apology and are here for you baby girl." They told me.

The next morning, I woke up for Chris's funeral. The reality of my little brother-my only brother- passing away had finally hit me. I changed into a tight black dress and black heels. I left my hair down and grabbed the notes I was planning to say. 

When we arrived at the funeral, I was instantly met with tons of family members, sending me their condolances, which made it ever realer. We walked in and to the front row. Many people went up and spoke and finally it was my turn. I slowly made my way to the podium.

"Hi. I'm Lauren Jauregui, Chris's older sister. I'm not good at these things, so sorry if I look down a lot. Everyone's talked about how Chris was a joy and best person ever. I'm going to be honest here. Chris was a pain in the ass. However, he was a funny, kind, sweet pain in the ass. I've never met a boy as loyal as Chris. He was hardworking, kind, intelligent, and a gentleman. He was set to graduate medical school this spring, however that isn't going to happen. It's funny isn't it? How things play out? One second you can be having the best day of your life, but then a phone call or text or email can make that all topple down. Sometimes, the best things come out of the worst experiences, but you ask yourself why? Why did you have to indure that suffering for something good to happen? I don't know the answer to that, but it relates to this case. I know I'm ranting now, but I want to finish this with a quote I found very fitting. 

"The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity" -Lucius Annaeus Seneca. 

Thank you all." I finished my speech and walked off the small stage, releasing the tears I was holding in.

After the burial, we all went home, and I began packing for treatment. Halfway through, I saw a frame of Averi and I. It was the day her adoption was finalized and we were both smiling too. The picture reminded me of what I had lost, but made me think of what I can gain back. Determined, I packed my bags and prepared for the next few weeks. 

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Hallo! 

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I decided I'm not going to write about her time in treatment, just because I feel like it would drag the story on, so the next chapter is going to be about her going to LA and maybe some flashbacks about treatment. 

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