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