The Ones Left Behind

The Aftermath

She sits at the counter typing out a story she's going to tell. Not exactly sure of how to begin. Once upon a time? no it's not a happy ending. On a dark spooky night. No still not right. "Geez how do other people write such good stories?!" She began yelling at the laptop. She stops and sighs. Her tears seemed to have vanished or run dry.

Her parents are going at it again. Yelling at each other. Accusing the other of a deed that wasn't done. They yell every day and every night. Oblivious to dark times soon ahead. She doesn't want to watch from the back row anymore. She has no friends, and that's how her story comes to a tragic end.

She takes the gun and let's out a breath a tear escaping her long dry eyes. BANG. She falls to the floor crumpled limp as a doll. Dull eyes and surrounded by the crimson red. The soul in supposed misery, yet has never felt so free.

Alas this isn't about her. This is about who she left behind. Her brother of only the age 8 walks in. He screams and cries. "Mom! She isn't breathing and she's covered in blood!" Her mom hurries up the stairs tripping and down the hall to the last door to the left. She opens it and collapses. Her baby girl she raised is just lying there blood coming from places it shouldn't. Her mom calls 911 talking at a quick pace. She sobs as they take her baby girl away.

She unfolds the letter that reads. "Mom I'm sorry I really didn't want to go, but I just didn't need at those mistakes I made everyday to hurt you. You're probably hurting right now momma. I'm sorry for this last mistake. I love you. I was born in the wrong time and place. Because I get bullied and my sister doesn't believe me. My brother yells at me nonstop and I can't get a break. I mess up so much that it's just time for me to say good bye. You're correct this isn't fair of me. but momma don't dwell on me. I love you to the moon and back. You'll make it through the night just hold Daddy tighter. Stop fighting as you can tell it doesn't do any good. It made me upset and sadder. But this isn't your fault. It's the world who should bow down his head in shame. Well this is my last line. Goodbye don't cry over me." Her mom then takes a deep breath. She has been in here for hours crying and sobbing. She hasn't eaten or spoken.

Her sister hasn't left her room not even to go to school. I mean being the oldest must take a lot out of you. "Was it me...was it me who is to blame for my little sister's death?" Her sister then hung herself for the grief she had dwelt on. 2 boys and lost parents. the oldest boy is 17 and 2 years older than the youngest sister. Sister's gone he bows down his head in shame taking all the blame. He wasn't nice enough. "Yes I saved her once but i couldn't seem to do it again." So he turns on his Xbox and begins to play as tears run down his face. The youngest boy is 8 he has no idea what just happened. one day he had 2 sisters, than one, than none. He looked around and burst into the sister's rooms hoping to find them. one day he asked his mom "Mom where did Christy and Stacey go?" his mom's eyes immediately began to tear up. As tears began to run down her face Lelion runs up and gives his mom a hug. The mom whispers, "remember they past away in a car wreck...."

Years later the boy is now 16 and the oldest is 25. Damon is blaming himself still to this day. Lelion has been told to sit on the couch. "remember when we told you Christy and Stacey died in a wreck?" His mom asked tears starting to stream down. "Yea I do...." He looked at her confused. "Well it's time to tell the truth. Stacey and Christy Committed Suicide....." The mom cries and hugs Lelion. "Suicide..." Lelion goes blank pulls back and punches the wall. Angered. That's when Damon knocks on the door. Lelion opens it and stares at him. "Christy and Stacey.... didn't die in are a car wreck?" Damon get's a sudden look of hurt than shock, and finally calm. "Yes... they didn't Christy shot herself in her bedroom. Stacey Hung herself." He says tears streaming down his face. Suicide has torn this family apart. No one will be the same. No matter what they do. They will never be the same. Silently blaming themselves. Constantly driving them mad. If you read this and are thinking of suicide. Please don't even if your parents are the worst. You can make the most out of life. Cause once you're dead. It's permanent.