I Don't Know How to Carry on These

Three

"No! No! You can't do this! Please don't!" I yelled as the person I loved and cared for the most stood there. On the edge of a bridge, looking down at the train track below. I was too short to do anything to help, I couldn't reach to get her down. I was young, I couldn't say anything to make her climb back over to the safe part of the bridge. I didn't want to leave and get help because she would of been long gone when I got back. "Please." I whispered, tears gathering in my eyes. I blinked and a few droplets of tears rolled down my face. This was when she looked back at me. My older sister, my life support. She didn't have a happy smile on her face as usual. Instead she had a straight face but tears slowly falling down her face, off her chin and hitting the bricks underneath her feet. "I'm sorry." she spoke before turning around again and stepping off the bridge and falling onto the train track before disappearing under the train that was about to go under the bridge.

I still remember her face, her voice. She was the happiest person I knew. Even in this crisis our family went through she stayed strong and happy. Wherever she may be she will always be with me. Forever.