Sophia’s Point Of View
On December 11, 2011, Bobby Miller passed away. Our best played quarterback in football history this year. He sadly left behind his parents Jack and Mary Miller, along with twin sister Sophia and friends. The accident happened … and that’s all I could read again. Its been two months since Bobby died in the car accident and I still couldn’t finish that article about him. The police says no one else was in the car when it happened. Bobby got hit by a drunk driver going the wrong lane at the wrong time. I still remember that day as it was yesterday, it was right after we got done eating dinner with our parents and Bobby asked if he could go out, my parents said no and Bobby got mad. Later that night Bobby snuck into my room and asked me if I could cover up for him while he snuck out the house, if our parents tried to go into his room, I obviously said yes to him. I would do anything for my twin, but after we got the call from the police I regretted sticking up for him, I blame myself for his death even if it wasn’t my fault.
These past two months have been the worst of my life. My brother and I have been very close, but he was the cool and hot twin while I was the nerdy ugly one. I use to be bullied when we were younger, but since high school started and Bobby got popular, he told everybody to stop bullying me and they did.
At first everyone was sentimental about Bobby’s death towards me, than people knew there was no one to stop bullying me, everyone started picking at me. Everyone started calling me , “fat”, “ugly”, “a nobody” and a lot more terrible names I couldn’t even explain. I couldn’t take it anymore after that and I started self harming myself. Iv’e been cutting my thighs, so my parents wouldn’t find out. The pain when I cut myself makes me feel better in some what good way.
Six months, since Bobby’s accident and nothing has gotten better. To say the least everything has gotten worse. I’ve started cutting my arms and wrists now, since I hardly see my parents anymore. My parents have been over working themselves a lot since Bobby’s death, it feels like Bobby was the only child they had and that I never existed, you could say that’s how they relieve their pain.
Want to know how I relieve my pain? Well lets just say I use this little plant called marijuana and also this little white powder called cocaine. During the fourth month of Bobby’s death I’ve started using drugs. I started hanging out with the wrong people got pressured into doing things I never imagined I’d ever do in my life. Started drinking alcohol everyday, getting high and skipping good sounded like such a good idea, and so that’s what I did.
Now here I am sitting alone in my room thinking, what am I doing with my life? I know Bobby wouldn’t be proud on how I’m taking his death, its been a year already to. He would want me to enjoy life and do good things with it, not mess it all up with alcohol and drugs. I knew if Bobby was here he would care and tell me what I’m doing wrong, but that’s the thing. Bobby isn’t here to tell me what im doing right or wrong, I have no one who really cares anymore. I don’t know why im still living to be honest, I’ve had suicide thoughts before, but I thought it was stupid at the time. Now im actually considering it, I know no one will miss me, maybe just my parents and that’s it. I never really had any friends and ill probably just be one less thing to worry about for anyone in school, waste of space that I am.
So here I am in my bathroom getting the rope ready, I decided I had to kill myself. I couldn’t take the bullying and everything that has happened these past few months. I left a note to my parents saying why I did this and that I’m sorry and that I love them and that I wanted to be with my brother. I was getting ready, I couldn’t believe I was finally doing this. “I’ll see you in a bit brother.” were the last words I said before I hung myself.
I woke up sweating and screaming, I forgot where I was and saw that I was in my room. I heard the door bang open and saw that it was my brother Bobby. I knew that my brother wasn’t dead and that I didn’t commit suicide, that my parents were here and not suffering Bobby’s death and I didn’t do all those things in my dream. By the time Bobby asked what was wrong I knew that everything that happened was just a nightmare.
THE END
