Alice was walking her dog, Jenny, a golden retriever, to the pond, like she did everyday. Jenny ran into the cold water, after a stick Alice had just thrown. Alice watched her dog, as she went and sat under a willow tree. After another ten minutes of playing fetch, Alice and Jenny headed home. While they were walking, Alice received a phone call.
"Hello?" she said. The voice on the other end responded immediately.
"Alice! Get home fast. It's Myra." No. This couldn't happen. Her twin sister, Myra, has been depressed and suicidal for the past five or six months. Alice had tried to talk to and comfort her, but it wasn't very effective so far. They both went to the same school, and when the other kids were being huge jerks, Myra wouldn't let Alice interfere. She wanted to fight her own battles, so Alice went off with her boyfriend, and let Myra fight.
As she ran inside, she was greeted by her mother who was balling. Their father had packed his bags when he found out their mom was pregnant. He never called, or said anything to signal that he was okay, much less alive. For the past thirteen years, it had just been the three of them.
"She left this note." Her mother sniffled. Alice picked up a peice of parchment with a note that had been quickly scribbled out. It read:
Dear Mom & Alice,
I'm sorry. I'm still alive, for now. Everyone kept telling me i was a failure, a waste of space, I'm hopeless, and nobody wants me around. I held out for 7 months, but it all finally got to me. I'm a horrible student, I'm ugly, and people tell me to just leave already. So I am leaving. I have no intention to come back, and I hope you are fine with that. Dad was. He is just another person to add to the list of people who don't want me around. I love you both very much, and I'm sorry for being in the way. Good bye.
Yours truly,
Myra Candles
By the end of the letter, Alice was sobbing. She had to get her back. Myra was her sister. Her wonderful, perfect sister. Her mother had already called the police. She called her boyfriend, Mark. When she got off the phone, they had settled it. They were going to look for Myra. She grabbed her phone and a water bottle. When mark arrived, around fifteen minutes later, she got in his jeep, and they went off.
First, they just drove around the block. At one point, they had gotten out of the car, and found Myra's dark green camo beanie. That means she had been past here. Mark grabbed Alice's hand, and looked into her eyes.
"Don't worry. We will find her." he said slowly. Alice felt the crisp October wind against the back of her neck. She tried to smile at Mark, but it didn't happen. She could not smile at a time like this.
"Come on." she said "Let's keep moving." They wandered around streets, went back into alleys, and searched everywhere within walking distance. a few people that they asked had seen Myra walking towards the outlet mall, which had plenty of small places to hide, so that made sense. When they got back, in the car, the sun was completely down, and it was cold.
"We should head home. It's not going to help find her if we can't see anything in all this darkness." Mark suggested. His brown eyes stared directly at Alice, and she could tell he meant it.
The next morning, Mark's black jeep honked outside of the house at 9:00 sharp. Alice was determined. Today they would find Myra. They went straight for the outlet mall. When they got there, it was closed, so they could look around the outside without having to avoid all of these people. As they looked around, they found all sorts of things. There were lots of cigarettes, litter, a surprising amount of shoes, and the occasional homeless person.
Just when they had given up, they saw a hand poking a little out of one of the large crevesas.
Alice ran as fast as she could. When she got there, she was overwhelmed with excitement. It was Myra. Then she realized her eyes were closed. And she wasn't visibly breathing. Mark took her pulse, and he was now glad he took that medical emergency seminar. There was no pulse. In her other hand, there was a note. It read six words:
I couldn't hold on any longer.
Screams. That is all you could here for blocks. Alice finally stopped when she could no longer breathe. The next few hours were a blur. The police, her mother finding out, going home, and falling asleep. Only one thought was clear. 'I will never forget you.'
A/N: Hello all. I didn't write this story just to make you sad. I needed to get a message through. You need to be kind to other people. You may think you are just joking around, but you need to make sure the other person knows that as well. Being mean isn't just going to ruin someone's day. It could end their life. People are suicidal, and a lot of times, they don't get the help they need in time. It doesn't just effect them. It, like in this story, will affect their family, and everyone around them. Be kind to one another. Thank you.
