Sometimes God gives certain people difficult obstacles in life because he thinks they are strong enough. Sometimes he doesn't realise that there are people who don't think that highly of themselves. Not everyone thinks that they are beautiful or smart. Loved or in love. Not everyone thinks they have a good chance in life. Not everyone knows their purpose of living.
We live to tell our stories, to be the next generation. We learn these stories so we can make more to keep our purpose going. We weren't put on this earth to sit at home and talk crap about others. We were put on this earth to live our lives without regrets and to continue the never ending story of life.
No I'm not talking about the stupid never ending song some boy started on the school bus.
I guess my sister didn't know her purpose, maybe she got tired of being a part of the same old story. Maybe she couldn't handle the obstacles we were handed. I wonder if she thought she was going through it alone.
We were handed these obstacles as a family and we lived them together as a family.
Instead of letting our story play out with a bang she ended leaving the audience with questions. Nobody knew what had happened, people wanted answers.
I for one got the hard and honest answers.
Answers that left me heart broken.
On July seventeenth my sister had committed suicide.
When she had told me she was going out with one of her friends I didn't ask questions. I should have, if I would have just told her I needed her and made her stay none of this would've happened.
She had called exactly twenty minutes later that night. The last thing she said to me was sorry.
Sorry? Sorry for what? Sorry for leaving me? Sorry for making me think she hated me? How could she leave me?
It took a total of two hours to find her. Emily McKellan was found at 10:35 p.m.
The last thing on my mind was how could she leave me wondering what I did wrong. What could I have possibly done wrong to make her want to leave me in the worst way possible?
It's almost been a year since any of this has happened. My family doesn't really talk about her. It's hard to even think about her sometimes.
Emily was the gossip around town for a good five months. Little did they know it just made everything worse.
Sometimes I'll sit in her room and just talk about life. Talk about the crazy things people do to cause drama.
Somewhere I hope she's listening.
I hope my story teaches you something.
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Part one posted soon (maybe).
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Acak"I love you." "I thought you loved me." °°•°°•°°•°° Love yourself. Don't be afraid to go out and experience life. °°•°°•°°•°° This story will talk about some things that may be controversial to some. Please read at you own risk.
