The Death of this Account

A Letter to Her Sister

Oh my god, this for sure made me cry all over my phone. The weeks leading up to her suicide, Daisy and her sister were arguing a lot.

Dear Middle Sister (not saying her name for privacy reasons.),

Most of time, you're an okay girl. But lately, I fucking hated you. Not to say you aren't pretty, skinny, or better than me because you are. But you annoyed the living shit out of me these days. You don't love me, that's for sure. You probably won't care when I die. I bet your reaction will be, "Obviously." But I don't know. Maybe you'll cry like all those girls in the movies do even though they didn't know the person very well. Maybe you'll be happier that you get my room. What will you do with my room when I'm gone? Turn it into a party room? Go ahead, it's not like you ever really cared about me. At least that's what you told me. Do you remember? All the times you said you wish I had came out to be a boy. All the times you refused to take me outside when I was little. But I guess that's life. I mean, there were many times where you were like my favorite person in the world. Even the days when I was your least favorite person. I guess overtime, I just got sick of it. Maybe I'm just sick of life.

Peace,
Daisy.

Her sister isn't as cold-blood and vain as she sounds. Her sister cried herself to sleep for weeks after the death of Daisy. Her sister visits Daisy's grave at lease once a week. (Daisy was buried six days after she died here in her hometown."