I found her when I was only 14. The moment I looked down at her was the moment I finally broke inside. I knew she was not always there with me but I thought...I thought that she would always be there for me. After all I was her youngest sister. Her only sister. Her best friend...I had thought.
I broke down and cried first. But then I realized I couldn't just let her sit there like that. So I ran upstairs and told my mom. She didn't believe me at first and when she finally saw my sister she changed instantly. In that moment I knew she would never be the same. This realization hit me hard but I didn't show anything. My mom called emergency dispatch and they showed up. They took my sister away from me and I didn't see her again until the funeral. There she was a pretty lifeless doll. No longer with warmth but coldness. It was an experience that helped me little to get over her death. It only made the pain go deeper in rhythm.
In the following weeks of her death everyone changed. But not for the good. The presence of death hung over belongings. Enrapting it and it's owner in an overwhelming blanket of gloominess. My brother, even though he was hurt deeply, took care of us. He nurtured us trying his best to keep everyone in order. But then he went off and fell in love. He needed to be loved. He needed normal. He needed warmth and we..we couldn't provide it to him. We were too broken, to shut down to even glance at something and care. We were numb. We had lost all feeling the day my sister left us with nothing but her death. So then he left us to be with one who would give him responses of love.
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The Diary Left Behind
Mystère / ThrillerMy name is Carla. My sister committed suicide when I was only 14. Now I'm at the ripe age of 16. I've always wondered why my sister left me and now I finally get the chance to find out.
