A Mystery Novel

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Alexander

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I sit on the dirt in front of my sister's grave, I tried to read the letter in front of me but the tears blurred my vision. It didn't matter anyway, I've read it a thousand times and know it by heart.

I remember everything clearly, the day before Alexandra died, she asked our friends if they would miss her if she killed herself. They thought it was one of the weird questions she always asked, sometimes she asked me if I would be happier if I didn't have a twin or if I had ever dreamed about her dying.

Whenever she asked these questions, I would always answer like, 'if u didn't exist, I'll be the happiest boy alive' or 'I dream about it all the time, why do you think I always smile in my sleep.'

It's not because I hate her, I was just joking, I had no idea she was serious. Xandra had always been there playful one, she never took anything seriously and joked a lot and whenever I said those mean stuff, she would always laugh.

I remember when I found the letter, it was the morning of our birthday, mom made tons of pancakes (our favorite kind of cake) for us.

Xandra was usually the first one to come downstairs but no one had seen or heard her that morning. Xandra isn't the kind of person that is quiet, when she's awake, everyone in the neighborhood knows. She's extremely loud and energetic in the morning.

Mom asked me to wake her up but when I got to her room, she wasn't there. There was a note on her reading table.

'Dear Alex, this is Alex, right? Well, whoever is reading this, this letter is for my brother so if you could give it to it that would be great.

OK, dear Alex, by the time you see this letter, I'll probably be floating in some river, dead. I would've hanged myself but I couldn't breath.'

I remember that too, I saw her with a rope in her room searching the ceiling for something. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was looking for a place to tie the rope. Suicide never crossed my mind until I read that part of the letter. Xandra did weird stuff all the time, I had learned not to question it even when I saw bruises round her neck later that day.

'I also didn't want you to see my dead body, so I'm going to stab my heart and fall into River Tsesan. My body will probably be carried to another place but I'm glad, if my body is never found, reporters won't be able to take pictures of me, they could take my bad side, what am I saying? All my sides are good.'

I smiled when I read that, Xandra joked with everything.

'Anyways, now that I'm gone, your life is going to be awesome. Speak of the devil, you're knocking at my door right now, hold on..."

I remember that day too. I went to her room to ask her if she wanted to hand out with me and Savannah. She said she was doing something important and I laughed. I told her that nothing about her is important. She laughed and I had no idea that she was actually doing something important.

This makes me sound like a bad brother and I am, my sister was going through a lot and I didn't even notice. We live..lived in the same house, her room is right across the hall from mine and I didn't notice.

I don't even know why she died, she didn't mention it in her letter. She just said it was no one's fault, that she's the cause of everything but somehow, I know I'm also responsible for her death.

Towards the end of the paragraph, there's a pen mark running across like her hand was moved while she was writing. It was probably when I barged into her room the day before our birthday to show her the present our dad had gotten us, two brand new BMW M3.

I was crazy about cars, I still am, and it was the best gift ever. But if course, Xander never got the chance to drive hers. Its still in the garage, hasn't been used even once and I don't think my parents are gonna sell it anytime soon.

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