Bye Bye Baby

Bye Bye Baby -Chapter 3

Today was Clara's memorial service. At first, my parents refused to take me but I had persuaded them to because after all, she was my sister. I look in the mirror at my pale, tear stained face. I've looked like a ghost since the incident. I haven't eaten a solid meal in six weeks and I've resorted to self harm. I slide on a black lace Calvin Klein dress that hits just above my knee, and black wedge heels. I curl my long blonde hair and put a black headband on. "It's about time to leave" my father says as he passes my room. "That's the first time he's talked to me in weeks" I think to myself. Before I leave my room, I make two incisions on each one of my wrists. I let the blood dribble off and then tame it with a Kleenex.
**Time Skip : 20 minutes**
My father and I arrive at the cemetery and immediately, all eyes find me. I'm getting stared down by thousands of what were our closest friends and family members. Through the whole service, I sat there, rock solid with eyes as hard as stone. I don't move, talk, or even cry because whatever I do will be wrong. When the funeral ended I pleaded to have a moment alone with Clara's casket. After a five minute argument with my father, he finally gave in. Everyone left so it was just me sitting at the end of Clara's casket. "I'm sorry.." I start to say as I get choked up. "All I wanted to do was protect you. All I wanted was to be someone you could look up to and know I would always be there for you and I'm so so sorry I let you down. If I could, I would be under that tombstone and you would be at my funeral." I then start to well up with tears. "Clara, I'm sorry you had such a short life. But I do have good news... I will see you soon. Maybe even in a couple days. We will be together and I can keep my promise to always protect you."
The next day, I get home from school at around 3pm. I walk in our large house and realize that I'm home alone for an hour, until my father comes back from work. "Perfect opportunity" I think to myself as I head to my bedroom. I start to write my suicide note. I try to elaborate and explain a lot of different things like the neglect my parents have put me through in the last few weeks. I grab my razor blade and hold It to my wrist. I cut. Deep. Deeper than I have. With blood still pursing out of my veins, I go into my fathers room and go straight for the medicine cabinet. I take some old antihistamines, blood pressure medication, and some sleeping pills. I sit on the edge of my bed and shove them all down my throat. I lay on my bed, blood still flowing. I take one look at the clock; 3:52. I feel my body start to tingle and I slowly fade away.///more?