12 Hours is all it takes.

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10pm
My dad, Mother and I arrive home, I can't wait to see my sister. She's probably asleep right now thought, I'll see her tomorrow!
My mother and I talk about our family business, I love working with my family a lot. My sisters going to start working with us soon though.

My father went to the bathroom, I hear him scream. We quickly walk over to him and all I see is blood and a body until my Mother covers my eyes and pushes me away. Whats going on?

11pm
The sound is to loud, the lights are to bright. A group of people take away my sister. They are suffocating her in that black bag. I hate the colour black now.

12pm
I don't know whats happening, Well I do but my brain doesn't want to process the words. The police inform my family she's dead. My sister, She was only 2 years older then me. She was only 17. How could she die?
Why didn't she know that I was here for her!
I hate her, I hate her, I hate her. I cry.

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6 Days Later
We have to plan the funeral. Everything here is so gloomy. And black. I hate the colour black.
My mother hasn't slept in days, My dad is always spending his time drinking.
I hate my sister, Why did she ruin our family.

I miss her..

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1 Month Later
My parents are seperated now, She ruined our family. Mums still staying in bed all day even thought she isn't sleeping. My dad still stays at the pub all day.
What about me?
Can't they see I'm here too, and I'm struggling. She was my sister.
I hate her, But I can't help but love her.

1 Year later
I'm understanding how she was feeling now, It's getting to hard. I know how it ruins people. My parents don't do anything now. Apart from ruin their lives. They forgot about me.

Now maybe the world can forget about me.
And I can see my sister again.

I said to myself before I took a step, Off the cliff.