"Am I crazy?" My sister shook vigorously. The demons were taunting her, constantly reminding her how weak she was, but she just needed that little encouragement to keep her along
"Far from it, Clara" I sighed, lifting the duvet to cover her shoulders. Her eyes dilated, staring at every corner of the room
"Why is it so dark" she sobbed, hiccuping
I sucked in a breath thinking about what dad had once said
"Without darkness, there wouldn't be stars" I pulled the blonde, loose strands behind her ear.
"I've never had any stars, I'm never going to have stars" her voice wobbled
"Don't think like that" I tried to soothe her confidence.
I remember the first day I had to come to realisation of Clara's depression. At first it was mild, but once she refused therapy sessions it stared to grow, cuts starting to appear more frequently, panic attacks starting to occur more often. It was hard watching your fourteen year old sister slowly starting to grow into something everyone didn't want her to be, but most of all, something she didn't want be.
"I have to escape" she muttered under her breath
"No" I hushed, slowly pushing her shoulders back to the mattress "you're going to be ok, I'm going to help you" I held back the tears starting to prickle the back of my eyelids
She shakily exhaled, nodding.
"Rose" he fingers clasped onto my hand
I stared into her caramel eyes.
"Sing me the song"
I nodded clearing my throat
"Please let me take you
out of the darkness and into the light
cause I have faith in you
that you're gonna make it through another night
stop thinking about the easy way out
there's no need to go and blow the candle out
because you're not done
you're far too young
and the best is yet to come"
She slowly drifted off to sleep, her pulp lips parting as she breathed softly.
I left her room, leaving the door slightly open.
I heard rummaging coming from her room, the light switching on. She obviously couldn't sleep, I mean I couldn't sleep and I'm fully sane, I wish she saw someone for her issue, but for now I was all she could go to, a sixteen year old who has never even had a thought to harm herself in anyway, yet now since Clara had confronted me, it doesn't fail to pop up in mind every now and then.
I heard silent cries coming for her room. I ran as fast as I could to open the bedroom door.
My eyes started to blur from the scene in front of me. My heart pounding in my ears as I watched it all unfold.
Clara was lying in her own puddle of blood.
"Mum!" I cried
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