8:10 am - sister
i sat up from my bed, hailey wasn't in her bed. i slowly sat up in pain because i was tired from the day before. i got all my clothes ready for school, and opened up the bathroom door. she was laying there. blood all over as if someone dumped a bucket of blood red paint on the floor. i see her body, covered in cuts this way and that, one significantly all the way to the critical vein that took her life. i see the blade still in her hand, knowing that this was all her doing, and I didn't understand why. no where could i find a suicide letter. I was left with so many questions. why did she do this to herself? how many times has she thought of giving up? did she even think about the consequences? who did that to her? one that hurt me the most, was it all my fault?
