The bridge

pilot

My sister, my dead sister. She was a role model, had straight A's and was very popular. She had many friends and was always the life of the party. She was a bundle of joy. At least she appeared to be.

See, my sister did not die of a shooting or being kidnapped. My sister took her life, her blood was on her hands. I don't know why but that's why i'm here. I'm her for the soul purpose of why, i mean that's what the question of life is huh?                               
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*beep**beep**beep* "fuck" I say annoyed. I hop out of bed with goosebumps realizing it was a cold morning. I pull a blanket from my bed and walk to the bathroom. Usually i'd be running to the bathroom trying to get there before Sage (my sister) did. Spoiler alert she always got there first.

I brush my teeth, I wash my face. The whole time i'm in the bathroom i see her stuff. I see her pink toothbrush that had A dent in it from when she threw it at me that one time. Or her washcloth that she spent hours looking for, because it was sold out everywhere. I also notice her hair tie on the counter just sitting with a few pieces of her long curl black hair on it. 

In that moment I cried, I cried with everything that was in me. I didn't cry at the funeral, I didn't when I found out. I held it together cause I knew she wouldn't want me to cry. "I'M SORRY, i'm so sorry!" I yell as I cry "WHY?!" I yell as I cry. This yelling woke up my mother.

My mother was naive she was always finding the bright side of things. Sometimes that just happens to piss me the fuck off. She always made it seem as though I was the disappointment child, in anything I did. If I won something she'd say "i bet sage could do better!" with a fake smile obviously. Basically what i'm trying to say is I hate her.

She rushes to my aid. Probably thinks i'm fucking dead just like my sister. She opens the door as i'm crying my eyes out. "are you okay sweetie?" she says quietly. She rubs my back thinking shes comforting me but she making it worse because sage use to rub my back like that. "get off me!" I yell still crying. "what happened?" she says getting irritated. "nothing, I just cant go to school" I say wiping my tears. "And whys that?" She says blocking my way to get out. 

I push her out the way "ITS BEEN LESS THEN 24 FUCKING HOURS SINCE MY SISTER WAS FOUND DEAD!! YOU TELL ME WHY I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL!! i say yelling. I storm off to my room.

that's when I have my idea....