Chilling Remorse

DISCLAIMER: This is an in-universe re-take of Pingu's Punishment.
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I lied down on my bed with all the lights inside the room turned off and the window revealing a dark blue void that surrounded my home each night, with my dinner on the side getting colder and colder. I didn't care if I don't get any sleep, or even have a bite to eat. If anything, I didn't deserve any of it for what I did. It was so unforgivable, even if it was unintentional.
It started out as just a fun game of catch. I thought it'll be fun to bring in the trampoline into the kitchen and get competitive. I wish that I should've done the chores we were meant to do, as I went far with our game; far enough for her to get...
Even thinking about it just makes me sick to my empty stomach.
When everyone found out, they were rightfully distraught. My mom started to become overprotective and paranoid, checking every corner of the house for any signs of danger, and never lets me out of the house without her keeping a good eye on me. My dad had to quit his job as what happened just became too overwhelming for him to do much in the day, even getting up from his bed in the morning.
Do you know what the worst part about all of this is? I could've prevented all of this. I could've prevented everyone from being so traumatized by throwing that ball somewhere else, somewhere that didn't turn on that cursed switch which made everything go downhill. My mom, dad, and even friends, say that none of it was my fault and that I “didn't mean it”; but it is my fault. They don't know how much discomfort and agony she had to go through, even if it was over quick.
I reluctantly looked at the bed next to my own, which was collecting dust with each passing day and never to be lied down upon again. I knew I can't just look away. I knew I can't just run from my problems. I knew it had to be done.
My sister, if you are hearing me from the frosty clouds of heaven above, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that your life was cut short, in such sickening ways, by the spinning blades that myself had switched on. I never wanted you to die and I just wanted to have fun, but I ended up being so problematic and selfish.
We may had our arguments and quarrels, but I love you very much. You were the best sister that anyone could ever have, and I just had to take it away.
I'm really sorry, Pinga. I should've known better.
Category:Anon's Pasta Corner
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Sadpasta
Category:Depression
Category:Death
Category:Pingu