The Fantastic Five

Part 9- How did I not see it?

Molly's pov:

Waking up in the morning is always differcult, because I'm a lazy bugger. Usually my mum has to rip off my covers, just to get me up. However today was different. Today we knew that Katie was alive, and she can be ruthless.

As soon as I was awake, I dashed out of bed and got changed. The sooner I got to school, the sooner the fantastic five can decide what to do about Katie. Rushing around, I brushed my teeth as quick as I could. Then I tugged at my hair, with my hair brush, but my hair was too knotty. Sighing I chucked it on my bed and reached for the comb. Guiding it through in my hair, I screwed up my nose.

Once I was finally ready, I realized my sister, still wasnt out of bed. Chuckling to myself, because she's lazier than me, I got up out of my chair and walked out of my door.

As I walked down the hallway towards my room, I heard shuffling coming from inside my sister's room. It sounded like, she was moving a chair. Suddenly, it went silent. I didn't like that one bit. Unsure what to do, I dropped my bag quietly, and started to tip toe towards her room. Slowly, I turned the handle and pushed the door open slightly. Not seeing anything, from the small gap in the door, I opened it fully. What I saw, was horrifying. I screamed to the top of my lungs, with tears streaming down my face. She was hanging there, lifeless. Her body was pale and her face was violently bare. Her arms and thighs were littered with scars. Some fresh, some old. She hated herself. She feels the way I do. Sinking to my knees, I completely froze to the spot. I sat there on the floor, as I heard my mum running up the stairs.

All around me, was noise. Screaming, phone beeps, talking. I couldn't breathe. My sister. My older sister. My beautiful older sister. Why? Why did she feel she had to do this? Why did she get so sad, that she decided to take her own life? Why? Why? Why?! Was all I thought. Around me, I could hear my family shouting and discussing.
"What are we going to do Raych?!"
"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!"
"Mummy what's going on? Why is Sophie hanging?"
"Shh Harvey, it's ok, go downstairs"
"No mummy"
"Raych, did you call the services?"
"Of course I did, do you think I'm dumb?!"
That's when I heard my mum crying.
"M-my...beautiful....Soph....Why.....Did she....d-do...this".
I sat in the same position, on my knees, kneeling before my dead sister. That's when I heard the ambulance pull up. It happened so fast. The rushing of the paramedics. The police. The banging of them going up and down the stairs. The way a kind policewoman picked me up and moved me to another room, so they could reach my sister. My dead sister. I hated all of this. The way I rocked back and forth on my mum's bed, praying for all of this to be a dream. She's my big sister. She can't leave me. She just can't. But she has, and nothing will be the same again...