I quickly opened up the car door and ran into the hospital. "I'm here for Austin Park, I'm his sister." The woman at the front desk got up and walked over to me without saying a word. "Miss, I'm afraid to tell you that Austin has committed suicide." The woman said. "No." I whispered. "I'm sorry." The lady said as she touched my arm. "NO! You're lying he's not dead! He can't be! Where is he?" Sam walked up to me and put his hand on my back. "What's going on?" Sam asked. "She said my brother committed suicide, but she's lying! She has to be, he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye." I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. "I'm so sorry miss." "Where is he?" I growled. The lady started walking indicating that we should follow. Sam grabbed my hand, holding it in his. I squeezed his hand terrified of what's waiting. The lady stopped and pushed open a door labeled "morgue". It's probably not him, they probably made a mistake. The room was freezing and dead bodies with a sheet covering them were put in rows. The lady picked up a clipboard and I could see Austin's name printed on it. She slowly lifted the sheet to where only she can see it as if she was making sure it was him. She then proceeded to pull the rest of the sheet of his face and stopped at his face. I stood breathlessly staring at the body. This can't be, this isn't real I'm dreaming, I'm having a nightmare.
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Teen FictionI witnessed a man murder my parents a week before Christmas. He caused a lot of pain in my life by killing my parents and making my brother have mental breakdowns because when he came home from college to spend Christmas with us he saw our parents l...
