The Suicide

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Echo's P.O.V

The rain  was falling right through me. Strange, I never expected death would be like this. No feeling at all, just numbness. I looked down at my body with a bitter smile. They said it was just a phase, that it would end soon. In a way, they were right.  I wondered how long I had been standing there; 5 minutes, 10? When was my soul going to float up to heaven or something? I was still wondering this when the sun rose over the train tracks. 

"Echo," I heard a voice call. It was probably my brother. He must've lost his backpack or something. 

"Echo!" Louder, more forceful this time, "This isn't funny! Where are you?" I really hoped Jacob wouldn't be the one to find me. He wasn't all that bad.

"Mom, where's Echo?" Jacob yelled. 

" I don't know!" she sighed, "It's not my fault she's a lazy little brat." My "mom" then huffed and got up to look for me. She stomped all around the house before finally heading outside. 

"Ec-" she stopped short when she saw the rope necklace I was wearing. She gasped and covered her mouth when she noticed the scarlet blood staining my black and white sleeves. My brother was still calling for me, so she quietly went inside. 

"Did you find her?" Jacob asked. 

"We need to talk," she said shakily, "It's your sister. Echo. . .passed away last night." She took in my brothers' expressions and continued, "The details don't matter. I guess this means you won't be going to school today." She looked down and walked away to break the news to my "father". It hurt me a little to see their blank stares, so I went to see how he reacted. I got there as she was finishing up, 

"And she's dead?" he asked. 

"Y-yes," my mom replied.

"At least she finally did something right," He muttered, "Don't tell anyone it was a suicide. And DON'T let this ruin my reputation, find a way to work this to our favor," he commanded, before waving her away. 

I don't know why it stung, I didn't expect anything else. I squeezed my eyes shut, and realized something  about being dead. You can't cry

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