A Child Broken

Chapter 9

What had I just done, why did I yell at her? Because she told me it was my fault, it wasn't my fault, was it? No it wasn't I couldn't let myself think like that. I was really the only one that understood her, what she was doing. Because I was doing it myself. That awful, awful habit. I was pacing my room, pulling on my hair so hard I thought I was going to pull it out. I heard the faint sound of my door unlatch behind me. I quickly turned to see who it was and there was Sarah looking at me in confusion. I gave her a look implying it was a long story. We both sat on the edge of the soft puffy bed and she was rubbing my back. I just busted out in tears I couldn't tell her what happened. I couldn't even look at her, did she think it was my fault too, did everyone think that? My whole look on everything changed. "What happened down there?" Sarah asked consolingly. "She told me... She told me..." I trailed off, I couldn't finish my sentence. "She told me tiff killed herself because of me." And with that sentence I started bawling again with my face in my hands which was something I did every time I cried. "Oh I heard you guys yelling but I did not hear that!" She said shocked. "Well yeah that's what she said, but you know what I'll be fine." "Are you..." I cut her off. "Yes I will survive I know Tiff's death is not my fault, trust me I will be okay you can just go." "Okay I'll go... I love Vanah!" She whispered lovingly as she softly closed the door. "I love you!" I said back right before the door closed all the way. Even though I knew it wasn't me that made her do it, that pushed her over the edge something did. Something or someone. So I decided to investigate I didn't know what else to do. She meant so much to me and it didn't make any sense at all that she would randomly do that. The only thing I really had to go off of was the note she left me. So I walked over to my desk and slid open the small top drawer. I pulled out the folded piece of paper and opened it up. I read it over and over and over again and couldn't find anything. But it did seem odd that she chose that poem, that she even chose to put a poem in the letter. So I decided to look up the poem and find out as much as I could, the author, the date written. Anything. When I started digging I realized that that peom was first published on the day her family died. Which also happened to be the day that she killed herself I didn't know why I didn't put that together sooner. I sat there and typed away staring at a computer screen reading articles about the shooting. Anything I could find I figured that was research too. I was getting ready to go to bed, shutting the computer off, putting on my pajamas. Then my phone rings, I looked down at the lit screen vibrating my entire nightstand. It was a number I didn't recognize but I answered it anyway. When I clicked accept call and put it to my ear I could hear muffled noises in the background. Then a deep raspy voice spoke surprisingly softly into the phone and said "Savanah?" "Yeah who is this?" "This is your father."

(Sorry this is a short chapter guys I was writing it the other day and it was almost all the way written and it didn't save. I went back in to finish writing it and it was all gone so I hope you like it even though it's short. Please like and comment I love you guys, my number of reads is going up I can actually say I have a fan base and I really appreciate it thankyou guys!)