Kenzie P.O.V.
Finally after 9 days in a mental hospital, 7 doctors, 4 therapists, and 3 high dose meds. I am home. But, it's not all rainbows and butterflies. My little sister, Cami, was killed in a car accident when I was in the hospital. She was only 5. My parents already told Charles. Her funeral is tomorrow. My aunt came by this afternoon. When my mom was getting her a glass of water and she told me this. "The smallest coffins are the heaviest." That broke me even more than I already was. Char was supposed to come over but he had a meeting with some tour managers. But he is coming to the funeral tomorrow. Until then I have to make myself happy I guess. What the hell am I going to do without Cami? She was my built in best friend. I want to be with her. And of course I was in a fucking mental hospital when she was killed. I didn't want her to see me like that so I told her not to come. I didn't get to see her in the hospital. I didn't get to say my goodbye. I didn't get a last hung or kiss. I didn't get anything. My cousin was texting and driving. And when he hit send he hit and tree. He walked away and Cami didn't. I know she is happy. I know she is safe. I wish I could have been a normal sister. Not a weird suicidal freak. Why? Why her? My cousin, Kade, is in counseling after he wreaked the car. He keeps saying it should have been him. What breaks me the most is that he was texting me. In the hospital I was at they let you call and text loved ones. I mostly texted Kade and Charles. I called my mom and dad at night instead. But he texted me "Cami and I can't wait until you are out so we can go get ice cream together!" So I blame myself. Charles said it wasn't my fault. But I know it is......
Here's a short lilupdate for yall! Love ya!❣ New update coming soon!
