Her name is stitched painfully into my brain, the needle of grief sews the letters with the thread of depression weaving through my veins. I miss her so much and there's nothing I can do now. She's gone, but the sound of her laughter lighting up the room still rings through the air like a ghost haunting me for eternity. I don't know whether hell or heaven decided to let her in or whether there's even a hell or heaven at all, either way it feels like she's still next to me with her beautiful smile and twinkling eyes. I can't even look in the mirror anymore. Every time I see my reflection, all I can see is my sister instead and it feels like the mirror broke and the shards were stabbing at my heart. I stay in my room, the curtains closed letting in no sunlight. It's almost like I'm in a grave myself. I can't go outside, I see my sister in every pair of eyes that pass by. I swear it's like she's still here. I swear she is! But nobody believes me. My mom and dad talk in hushed voices every night behind a closed door when they think I'm asleep. But I can't sleep anymore, not when every time that I sleep I can see her silhouette like a picture book behind my eyelids. "She's gone insane," I hear my mom say quietly sounding choked up. "We have to send her to a hospital. She needs help," my dad whispered. They think I'm crazy, but I'm not. I'M NOT! I want to throw up, my own parents don't believe me. My mom has given me some medications to take to help with my delusions, softly saying that she believes me, that she doesn't think I'm crazy. What a load of crap. I quietly crept downstairs, careful not to squeak the steps. "Insane...." "Crazy...." "Send her away....." It's like a broken record playing over and over. I can't deal with it anymore. I just can't. I opened the front door and before I stepped outside I looked back into the dimly lit hallway. My parent's bedroom light still shone brightly. They won't miss me. They'll be glad that they're "crazy daughter" is out of their life. For good. With that I stepped through the door, and with the wind shipping my hair behind me I ran away leaving behind every person who didn't believe me. My sister would believe me.
