Mrs.Miller pov//
She's been in her room for a while, I'll check on her in a bit, first I need to fold the clothes in the dryer and start dinner.
I start folding the clothes in the laundry room when I hear a scream from upstairs.
I run up to see Cici standing in the doorway of the bathroom staring at the ground.
"What is it sweetie?"
I ask her.
"M-mom I-I call the ambulance MOM, What I- CALL THE AMBULANCE."
I stand in shock for a second before dialing 911 and looking over her shoulder to see my daughter on the floor unconscious with a bottle of pills in her hands.
The phone slips from my hand.
I scream and fall to my knees. My baby..my poor baby.
"Uh come to P Sherman, 42 wallaby way, Sydney..fast m-my sister please just get here."
I hear the sirens outside after about five minutes, I'm rocking her in my arms, I didn't even know something was wrong.
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Gone//M.Miller
Short StoryShe was gone, her eyes didn't hold their usual glint, her paintings were dark, music taste went down the drain, it wasn't her anymore.
