....when worst comes to worst....

"As high as a Category 5, you say. Eh, we'll be fine."

I think I'm the only sane person left in this house. In this family. My sister refuses to leave. And while I understand about how duty to her patients, she won't even call her school to verify the status of her requirement to attend. "They're going to email me Monday." The hurricane is already going to be here you stupid bitch. What if we don't have power to check fucking emails? We've been arguing a lot over this. But her reply is always the same. "If you want to go, then leave."

I've been confused as to why I haven't left either. Looking out for No. 1? I....can't...leave. I can't leave her. I can't do it myself. Where would I go? This is the first time I've really had to make a decision as an adult. My decision? Well I haven't left yet, have I?

I was hurt. And I wanted to spread that. I told her that one of us needs to die so she will finally learn her lesson. We got into a huge argument & I said "I know which one of us I want to die." I regret saying that. But I'm not going to apologize. Never.

My parents are no help. They blindly follow whatever my sister says. I swear I'm the black sheep. I hope my dad will be okay. Fuck my mom, she's in Houston. She good. Stupid L'auberge. Calcasieu has a mandatory evacuation. And yet you still have not dismissed you employees yet? How are you going to operate without guests to play in your casino or sleep in your hotel? Even if he gets off, where is he going to go? Fuck, I hate Louisiana. I called him last night to try to talk to my sister. His dumb ass says Baton Rouge will be fine because it's always been fine. He's not one to believe the "what-ifs." I told him that was the stupidest thing anyone could have ever said. And that he was stupid. *hang up*

Then...I cried. Nothing to do. Nowhere to turn. No ideas. No backup plans. All I was left with was tears.

I'm worried. I tried to just ignore it, but reality is, a storm's brewing. Destination: Louisiana. This is real. Real bad. What's my outcome? I may be over dramatic, but...I'm actually scared for my life.