Guilt

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Its all my fault. Shes dead because of me. If I hadn't thought the recreation of my father was still himself, she would be with me, and everything would be okay. But that's not the way life goes in this world. This is a world filled with sadness and guilt. Jenna and Steven went to bury her corpse. Allison won't talk to me. I wouldn't talk to someone that was responsible for my sisters death, either. I didn't want her to go. I didn't want her to die. I didn't wish this to happen. I just want to see her smile just one more time. Just one more smile, just one more laugh, just one more day that I could have with her. Everything's going downhill. First mom, Lilly and Lucy, then Dad, and now Christa? Who's next? Steven? It's an unfair world. But what I don't understand, Why us? Why me? Why can't it be someone else that all this tragedy is bestowed upon? I can't stop thinking of her last words.

"Sometimes, Life is like a piano. The white keys are the good things in life, and the black keys are the bad things in life. But, you don't let those black keys ruin your music. You are okay. I am okay. Its all okay."

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