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-2 years ago-

-lily-

I walk off the bus and start running home to go and meet my brother, Jacob. He was sick so he got to stay home. He was only 15, a year older than me. It was our birthday today, September 3rd, we had the same birthday just a year difference, pretty cool right?

I made sure to give him the biggest hug this morning and giving him his birthday present since I was an impatient person. It was the jersey from his favourite football team. I never understood football but if it makes him happy, I'm happy.

"I'm back, Jacob!" I yell... no response, weird. he might be sleeping. I head to his room and notice his jersey on the floor neatly folded, I laugh to myself, Jacob had OCD so he wanted everything he saw neat, but I noticed a note.

dear lily,

Happy Birthday, baby sister. I'm sorry but I had to go. Remember how I said I was sick? Mentally. I'm sorry that it was on our birthday. I love you so so so much.

Jacob x

I freeze. Depression? why didn't he tell me? Did he not trust me? No, we told each other everything. 

I rush into his room.  No sight. I check his restroom and immediately see pill bottles on the floor along with blood mixed with tub water. 

"JACOB NO!"

lies//ethan dolanWhere stories live. Discover now