The girls parents came home after picking up their other two kids. They called through the house, indicating to the girl they're home.
The called for her, once. No answer. They called for her twice. Still no answer.
They began getting worried, because the girl always answered when called.
The mother of the girl opened the door to her room, and screamed, causing the sister to see what had happened.
"Daddy! Come help!!" The sister shouted. The sister ran beside the girl, "Wake up!! STOP! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!" The sister cried, shaking the girls shoulders.
But the girl wouldn't answer. She wouldn't wake up. She was gone. She was dead.
The father ran up the stairs to see what was wrong, and was taken aback by what he saw.
His baby girl was laying in bed, her eyes closed, gun in hand, and a pool of blood surrounding her.
He didn't move. He couldn't.
The girls brother slowly entered the room, and instantly called 9-1-1.
They asked him what the emergency was, but all he could do was mumble.
"My sister... She's... She's committed suicide..." His eyes brimmed with tears, and fell to the floor.
The brother hung up the phone, and shook furiously, crying. The sister looked towards her father, and ran into his arms, crying. Sobbing. Shaking.
She was too young to understand what was going on, but she knew her older sister was gone.
She was gone. She was dead.
The cops eventually arrived, and pushed the father and sister into the living room. They took the mother into the kitchen to calm her down. A few paramedics had to help the brother from having a panic attack.
They took the girls body off the bed, and put it onto a stretcher. They cover her head to toe, so the family wouldn't have to see the dead girl again.
Two weeks passed, and the mother just looked out the window, hoping her daughter would come back. The sister barely came out of her room, and the brother rarely talked. Neither had returned to school. The father was forced to go to work so he could pay for his baby girls funeral.
The girls school called an assembly. The principals voice was hoarse and rough. He had just lost a smart student.
He announced to the crowd that the girl had committed suicide. The room fell silent. No one talked. They looked at each other, but not a word was spoken.
Kids slowly filed back into their designated classes.
The boy who had laughed at her outfit, was now crying because he felt he was the reason she killed herself. The boy who called her fat, skipped lunch, thinking maybe it was his fault she died. The teacher who always forced homework onto the girl had quit her job, thinking maybe she's the reason the girl was gone. The school therapist took a break off work, knowing she had failed at her job.
The random girl who had asked if The Girl wanted to eat lunch with her, felt as if,maybe if she told someone, she could've saved the girl.
The kid who sat behind the girl in Chemistry, sobbed everyday in class, because he never had the chance to tell her he liked her. He had ever since the first day of school. He thought she was beautiful. When she smiled. When she laughed. But now, he couldn't tell her, and that hurt him the most.
Everyone thought it was their fault the girl died.
What's sad, was that the girl always thought no one cared. She thought she was alone.
If only people cared this much when she was alive. If only people told her she was beautiful instead of a freak. If only they looked past her smile, and helped her.
If only.
If only they saved the girl.
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Unreal Friends {Completed}
Poetry----- The girl got quieter. Her nights got longer. Her blades got bigger. Her sleeves got longer. Her meals got smaller. She became skinnier. No one Seemed To Notice. ----- There once was a teenager. She became friends with a few...
