"Hello....Claire is it?"
Clover. Clover Jenkins. Nice to meet you.
"Sorry. Nice to meet you too Clover. I'm sure it's been a very hard time for you and your family. But in order to move past things we need to talk about your sister."
What about her. She was clearly depressed. She was misunderstood. No one cared about Sofia. Sometimes it even felt as if our own mother didn't care about her. And that douchebag David.
"Oh you know about-"
Course I know about what that evil man did. In my opinion he was the reason why Sofia....you know. To be honest what am I supposed to know about things like this? She was sad. She stuck a knife in her arm. She bled to death. What else do you want me to say? Aw Sofia was a great sister. She never did anything wrong. She was a straight A student.' If your asking for that you are just asking for lies. Sofia wasn't a great person. You know you would think that after everything that's going on at home with my mum and the state she's in, I would still have a female role model to look up to. Let's just say that wasn't Sofia. She wasn't supportive. She wasn't caring. She wasn't loving or anything else that people have been telling you about her. She was spoilt. And I think it had something to do with some kid called Zee. Zee Parker. Yeah, the love of her life blah blah blah. Some stupid guy that she met online. I'm sure he started telling you about her 'warm hazel eyes' and her 'soft fingers' and all that lovey dovey rubbish. I couldn't stand it. Ugh. But I mean on he other hand she was my sister and I did love her I guess....even if that did mean putting up with her typical mood swings and constant talk about boys. She was just Sofia you know. And I think out of everyone I feel like I understood her the most. She could actually come and talk to me about things which was very rare as most of the time she was drawing or writing depressing stories. Oh in fact she left a suicide note. I didn't want to read it at first but I guess this is the last memory I have of her really.
"Let's read it shall we?"
Sure.
Dear everyone.
Sick pale
In the depths of the darkness you hear her cry
Her screams drowned out by the howling of the night
She holds her arm tight
Two deep cuts drain the river of pain and sorrow
A life slowly ending
As she inhales and
Exhales
Her lifeless pale face
The ominous slow pace
Pace
Pace
Her soul leaves her place
There her body lay
Sick pale.
