Draw like you

Different Paint 1

Melissa has been my best friend since I could remember. We're twins, so of course were friends! Well that's what I believe. We have always been a team. Together we created adventures to entertain ourselves. I told the story, Melissa drew the story. Together we created the story of our life taking step by step because we have never been separated. Yes I know its silly. Its just me and Melissa never had a reason to separate. Even when we hit high school, when we though we would for sure get different classes away from each other, we some how got to stick together. So as you can imagine, it was really hard on me when my sister died.

Jan.16.2017 ~ It has been two days since Melissa died. Found lifeless in her bed. The image that was still burned into my head. I stumbled out of my bed. Looking down at my clothing, I found that I didn't bother to change out of my clothes from yesterday. I really didn't bother to do much since that mournful Saturday morning. I really didn't feel like doing anything at the moment, but I managed to walk like a zombie to the restroom. The faucet's lever creaked as I pointed it toward the right, signaling cold water to come rushing out. I splashed the liquid ice onto my face, waking me immediately. "Aggh!" I half groaned, half yelled. I quickly looked around hoping that the events of the last two days was nothing but a nightmare caused by a sugar crash. That Melissa will be standing right next to me brushing the jungle of her brown wavy hair or brushing her teeth or doing something indicating that she was alive. But no, the environment around me was still the same. Lonely and depressing. Alone.

Nope everything's still the same. Same sad mood, same lonely room, same.... Something stopped me in my tracks. A small gift wrapped box acted like a candle in a dark room. I almost had to shield my eyes from the light contrast it provided compared to the rest of the room. I didn't remember seeing it this morning, then again I was still tired. I picked up the box and sat at my desk. The box was rectrigur and bigger than the palm of my hand. It was covered with light blue wrapping paper (my favorite color), and had Melissa's favorite red ribbon tied around it. A small, little tag attached to the vibrant red ribbon read "to Ashley" on the front. Curious of who send it, I turned the tag around and nearly jumped out of my seat. "I love you sis, but plz forget me -Melissa" Was written on the back of the card that I just threw across the room. What! FORGET HER! How could I possibly do that, she is my sister for Pete's sakes! I looked at the tag which has landed on a pile of dirty laundry then looked away.

It wasn't till an hour later that I looked in the box, still wrapped. I looked away again. Why would I even want to look at the thing right after reading the note. Maybe because I'm still curious. Maybe cause it's from Melissa. Maybe the note read something different. Maybe..... Wait! I eyed the laundry pile of which the gift tag lay.

I went over and picked it up. Maybe it was shocked, or denial, or my active imagination, but when I picked up the card read it again I saw something different. The front still the same read my name. The back however said the one word (clearly in English) "Goodbye". I was stunned by this. I was sure, no really sure that the card said something else. My head began to hurt.