Death on the Net

Tears

I opened my eyes to sunlight pouring through my window, I get up but am forced to sit back down again, I ache all over and my face is sore.

I touch my cheeks and they are wet.

I was crying, I had been crying in my sleep, I attempted to get up again, using the door as support.

I make my way over to the window and pull down the blinds, I stumble to my bed and tangle myself in the blankets.

I cried.

Tears covered my already stained face and I clutch at my stomach.

Yesterday I had learnt a very valuable lesson; no matter who you are, or what you do, life treats you no different then if you were the devil.

When I was 11 my parents were taken from me and now as a 16 year old, this stupid excuse of a life took away my sister, my 21 year old sister, my sister who had so much more to live for.

That's when I realised I had to ring her boss, to tell him she would never be waitressing there again, it hurt because he would tell me he was sorry, he might even come to the funeral but he will replace her and I couldn't stand that, no one will ever replace my sister!

Tears fell.

Tears stained.

Tears stung.

Tears could never bring back what I had lost.