If you want to imagine being in my
shoes:
You come home from your friends home, and as you step in the house,
its silent. It apperars that you're the only one home. Ronnie
is a Kyle's house, dad is probably getting wasted at some
random bar, and Skylar- wait where is Skylar? You drop your bag and
start calling out her name, running down the hallway.
"SKYL-"You start to yell, but at the sight in front of
you: you can't speak. Help, get help. Thats all your brain is
telling you, but your brain won't let you off your knees. You
feel something streaming down your face. Are those tears? Yup. You
scramble for the kitchen, looking for a phone. GAWD DAMMMIT! no
phone. You rush to your bag, hurriedly dialing for the
abulance.
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As you sit in the hospital alone, the image of your older sister
haunts you:
Blood everywhere, soaking through the carpet, ruining her clothes.
The crimpson luqid pouring down her arms, legs, and everywhere
else. A rope is tied around her neck and is tied to the closet door
handle. Her neck isn't broken, but because she is lying down,
the rope is squeezing her airway shut. There are a few bloody
blades next to her, along with an empty bottle of pills. Stab
wounds cover her body, and scars are broken open. You can visably
see the torn muslce. The eyeliner streaked across her face, her
pale white face.
I'm sorry if that was graphic a bit, I had to let it all out.
Sorry-
Love Micheala <3