May 25, 2020
Sydney POV:
Driving to the morgue 2 days after I got discharged from hospital. I'm still horrified that my 10 year old sister is dead and know matter what anyone has said I know I could have done something, I know I killed my sister.
Todays the day of her autopsy and we're going to watch it. Mum has made it a private autopsy because she doesn't want random people watching my dead sister getting cut up.
When we get there I hope out of the car and stood on one foot until mum got my wheelchair out of the back and we go in. All my cousins, Aunty's, uncle's, and other relatives are there. Me and my mum go to hug some are crying and others look very sad. Even my baby cousin, Evie, is crying, but I think she just needs her nappy changed because she's young to grasp the concept of death.
A little while later a older man says to follow him. He leads us to a room with lots of chairs and a big glass screen. In the other room is where the autopsy will been performed. They brought in Zara and unveiled the blanket that was covering her. As soon as the did I started sobbing.
Autopsy person POV:
I unveiled the little girls blanket and I thought about my own daughter who died in a school shooting. Today my daughter Charlotte would be 13. Trying not to cry, I start the first cut on her small, pale body. I feel sick. This girl didn't deserve to die, Charlotte didn't deserve to died.
As I stitch the cut, I feel tears coming down my face. The last time I've cried during and autopsy it was my very first time.
