It was 3 years ago when my sister committed suicide and I still don't know why. I woke up with the sun bleeding through my curtains. It was Saturday, I had nothing to do apart from my maths homework ready for Monday. I got out of bed and walked downstairs to the kitchen. The floor froze my feet as I stood in my pyjamas pouring orange juice into a tall glass. No one was awake apart from dad who had already left for work by then. I walked back through the quiet house into the living room where I saw Anna laying on the brown sofa. Her feet were hanging over the arm of the chair.
I stood there staring at her flawless skin and amazing fashion sense. She had got back from a party early this morning and was probably too drunk to make it up the stairs. So she crashed on the sofa without even wiping her make up off. There was mascara smeared down her cheeks and random stains on her favourite white top. I was about to wake her up when I noticed the pills. A half drunken bottle of vodka and an empty pill pot sat on the coffee table. I gasped loudly. Screaming and shaking her to wake her up, failed but it woke mum up who came running downstairs in her floral pyjamas.
"Mai! What are you doing?" Mum shouted at me.
"I... I..." Tears overpowered my use of speech. Mum stared at her lifeless body. She told me to go to the kitchen and call the police. When I came back in she had broken down on the floor crying her eyes out. While I was in the kitchen, Mum must've called Dad as he was the one to talk to the police. I was in my room most the time they were here but one came to talk to me and ask me some questions. Her name was DI James and she was really nice. She sat at the end of my bed and gave me a pack of tissues.
When the police had gone, the house was quiet. Family members were on the way but I didn't want to see them. If you've ever lost a loved one you would understand how I was feeling. If you haven't I can't even begin to describe it. Anna was my best friend and now she's gone. Put in a black bag and taken away. It was like my heart was ripped out my chest. I had no idea why she did it. I blamed myself for a long time, was I an awful sister? My parents took me to a therapist when I started to refuse food and she told me it wasn't my fault and there must have been reasons. But what were they?
It was 3 years ago my sister committed suicide and I still don't know why. But I am going to find out.
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RandomMy sister was 16 when she committed suicide. That was 3 years ago and I still don't know why. My parents are coping well but are worried about me. I was fine until I learnt the truth. The truth about my whole life.
