A Fresh Start

One Death, And An Attempt At One

I wake up the next morning, and begin to get ready. I put on my Twenty One Pilots shirt, jeans, and converse. I take my meds, put on my brace, and head to the kitchen.

"Good morning, beautiful!" Sean greets me.

"Good morning!" I tell him.

I then put food on my plate. Sean is really showing that he cares, because he made all of my favorite foods for breakfast. He made waffles, bacon, orange juice, and whipped cream. Lucky for me, all of these things are homemade! I absolutely love homemade food!

After I get finished eating, I decide to go to Christian's room. I really hope the doctor's predictions were wrong. I do believe that Christian might have longer to live than expected. Christian is asleep, so I decide to wake him up. It's already getting late.

"Hey Christian!" I say.

Christian doesn't respond, which makes me nervous. Maybe he's just really tired. I try again, louder.

"Hey Christian! Wake up!" I say, much louder than the first time.

Christian doesn't move or do anything. Then, I begin to notice something. He isn't breathing. I check his pulse, and there isn't one.

"Oh my goodness no!" I say.

I am so nervous right now. I may not be a sister anymore.

"SEAN! HELP!" I scream.

Sean comes running in, frantic of what's happening. He is alert, and is trying to stay calm.

"What's wrong?" Jackson asks.

"Christian! He doesn't have a pulse! He's gone!" I say.

I begin to cry, and hard. Sean pulls me into a hug, and I bury my face into his chest. I cry harder into his chest, and Sean rests his chin on my head. I hate this cruel world. This world has taken my mom, Caleb, Savannah, and now Christian. I don't want to live in this cruel world anymore. I want to die. I need to die.

After about thirty minutes of crying hard into Sean's chest, Sean decides to go plan for a funeral.

"Bye!" Sean says.

While he's gone, I decide to go into his room. I find exactly what I'm looking for, which is sleeping pills. I take the entire bottle into my room for later.

That evening, Sean sits on the end of my bed, as usual.

"Hey," he says.

"Please don't cheat on me, or leave me." I ask of him.

"I won't. Mind if I ask why?" Sean asks.

"You're all I have left." I tell him.

"Come here," Sean tells me. I come to Sean, and I rest my head on his shoulder. I think about taking more pills, but I remember I already took ten.