“For the love of-” I pull myself off the bathroom floor and reach for the faucet. Concentrating hard, I turn the handle. The dripping stops. My body is numb from sitting on the tiled floor for who knows how long. Moving to the hallway, I hear only people. I suppose the house around me is holding it’s breath as it watches the people in it writhe in pain. I suppose that’s just me being over dramatic“I don’t wanna go down stairs,” I say out loud to myself. “You should,” I respond. With seemingly nothing to lose but my state of apathy, I creep slowly down the stairs. The sounds of the people down the steps reach my ears. ‘Acid,’ I think, ‘it feels like acid on my ears.’ I think about beating a hasty retreat but my guilty conscience pushes me forward. I reach my mother and let my fingers brush her shoulder. No response, except a slight shiver. My family of four, slowing drag their feet towards the door. Outside is brisk and every time the wind starts up, it grabs at the leaves, our hair, and our clothes. As I look up I notice the sky doesn’t have one cloud to mar its endless body. I climb into the car sitting between my two sisters and glance at my mother and my other sister in …show more content…
It’s obvious to me that she didn’t know about the diaries.
“Yep, the problem is I have no idea where she keeps those diaries” I freeze. I’m the only one who knows where the diaries are hidden. The question is, do I want them to know why. I think for a second. ‘No I’m not going to be selfish anymore, I used that trait up when I killed myself’ I had never had a reason to be so tenacious before, but now I’m not giving up till they find peace in my death.
“Well, let's go look in her room” My younger sister says, glaring at everyone, daring them to disagree. They