Not... A Suicide

Chapter Two

I sat up slowly. I had just woken up from the strangest dream, that I could not remember at all. Climbing out of my bed I paused, did I really want to get up? It was only eight, and I had nothing to do all day. I sighed and layed back down, cocooning myself in my blankets I grabbed my computet and opened Netflix.

Four episodes of Pretty Little Liars later

I looked at the time it was 12:30, I rubbed my eyes it really hadn't seemed that long to me. Somebody knocked on my door, "hey, get up mom wants you. Also I am heading out see you hopefully never." That somebody was my sister, she was basically the definition of an ass. She made jokes about never seeing me again, wishing I was never born ect. But my mom kind of turned a blind eye, seeing as my sister had perfect grades, she was beautiful, she was popular. Everybody loved  her. Nobody really cared about what happened to her dorky, younger sister. 

I climbed out of bed and went down stairs. My mum was sitting on the couch holding some tissues. Her face was red and it was evident that she had been crying. "Mom what's wrong?" I asked worried. "Oh baby." Ok, if I said I was worried before now I am terrified. She never calls me baby, unless something is really bad. I only remember her calling me baby twice, both times my life fell apart and I was the only one to clean it up again. 

"Baby...." "Mom," I said worry in my voice. "Is everything alright?" I had only seen her cry twice, the same times she called me baby. "It's about.... Leah." I froze, "is everything alright?" I asked shaking? "Is she going to be ok?" My voice cracked, "oh honey." My mom said pulling me into a hug, "she...." My mom tried again, "she commited suicide." That was it, that is all my mom said. "I need to go, I have to look presentable again." Sometimes I swear that there is something wrong with my mother, one minute she is like, oh you poor thing. And the next she is like, right well I have to go to work have fun putting this mess back together, love ya honey bye. She seems to only want to show sympathy when I don't know but when I do it's not her responsibility anymore. 

At first I thought she was joking, I ran back upstairs and grabbed my phone. I had gotten I've 15 messages and seven calls, this morning. 

Hey is Leah's mom please get back to as soon as possible. It's about Leah. 

Hey it's Leah's bro. Things aren't good here we need you to answer us.

I'm so sorry I just heard about Leah. That must suck you guys are best friends right?

So it must be true, unless it was just some big prank on me. That like everyone was in on. I was refusing to let myself believe that Leah was gone, and I knew that. I just didn't want to think that     She could actually be gone. She couldn't right? It's not possible. Leah is happy and alive at her house and as soon as i get over there we are both going to laugh about this for days, then we are going to cuddle together until we fall asleep. Because that's what we do, and that is what we will do forever. And she's not dead because then we can't watch movies together and make jokes about my sister. And, and we can't hang out together and go shopping. We won't be able to have fights then laugh about them twenty minutes later over coffee. 

Tears were running down my cheeks, grabbing a hoddie I ran outside, it was outing down rain. Ruling up my hood and I started to run over the Leah's house. It wasn't far, she was only a couple houses down. I was looking only at the ground so when I got there I was surprised to see police cars and ambulances. Regina, Leah's mom was sitting on the front porch crying. I ran up to her, "is everything alright?" I asked breathlessly. She shook her head, "no nothing is alright nothing is!" Sobs racked her body, I was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. I felt like this was a dream.

 I was on her porch, I was brushing past police officers who didn't notice me, I was climbing the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. I was in her room. They were zipping her up. They were zipping her up in a body bag. I was screaming her name. Someone was dragging me out of the house. I was running out into the street, there was a flash of bright lights a squeal of tires then nothing.