Chapter 1A Chapter by Angelica“I don’t know where to begin Adam, but I just couldn’t, I couldn’t do it
anymore. I am so sorry for what I did,
please try to understand.”. . . . . . The business party continued below and I figured no
one would miss me. I was on my way to my
room as a passed my sister’s room. I
hadn’t seen her all night, usually she is out showing off one of her new
thousand dollar dresses. I knocked on
the door and waited. There wasn’t any
movement on the other side. Pushing open
her door I instantly got goose bumps as I saw her body slumped in a pile on her
bed. Her room was a disaster and she was
tangled beneath her plush, silk sheets.
As I made my way over to her bed I saw many crumpled up pieces of paper,
then an open jar of Tylenol. Instantly
my gut dropped in my stomach. “Addison? Are you awake?” I finally reached her bed and saw
her cheeks with running mascara from tears.
Her right wrist was wrapped tightly around her left one and I slowly
grabbed them and pulled them apart, revealing a tattoo I had never seen. On it in neat cursive read Strength. I felt tears sting my eyes, when it finally
hit me. My own sister is gone…she
committed suicide. Finally my instincts
were kicking in and I pulled out my iPhone and dialed 911 as I ran downstairs. Almost
instantly an operator picked up, “What’s your emergency?” a lady asked. “My
sister, please, my sister she just tried to commit suicide. I can’t tell if she is alive or not. Come
quick please, I need her!” I was sobbing
by then and was shocked that she understood me. “Okay
sir, can you please give me your address I am sending help right now.” I gave
it to her and kept whimpering, “Please you have to save her, please…” I dropped my phone as I remembered my mother,
I needed to find her. I started pushing
through the crowd trying to find her as her clients just stared at me. When I found her, I started yelling, “Mom! Come
quick!"“she held up her hand as if signaling me to wait like I was five years
old. “It’s Addison she"“ This
time she turned around with anger, “Adam! How many times to I have to tell you
to not interrupt me when I’m talking to my clients!” I stared
at her, her own daughter could be dead and she could care less. She turned back around and I started to hear
the nearby siren of an ambulance. “Your
f*****g daughter just committed suicide and all you can care about is your
work!” I heard shattering glass and gasps, but I started running towards the
door. As soon as I opened it the
paramedics came rushing in and I led them quickly to her room. I silently stood by the door as I watched
them do their work, check her pulse and other things I didn't know about. A few minutes later firemen came rushing in
and gathered around. Almost immediately
they started CPR. Then
what seemed to be forever later, I saw what I thought was the chief fireman
sadly shake his head. Everyone stopped
and I immediately started freaking out. “Wait! What are you doing? You can’t
give up! Please don’t give up…please for me…”
I started sobbing even harder when one of the paramedics walked over to
me, sorrow in his eyes. He put his hand
on my shoulder and handed me a folded up piece of paper. “I’m
sorry, we can’t do anything else. We
tried our hardest. God bless you…” He
walked over with everyone else and began cleaning up. They lifted her onto the stretcher and
wheeled her past me. “Wait!”
I said. I went up to her grabbing her
hand, they were cold as ice. “I will
love you forever Addie, never forget that! I wish I could see you here one last
time so I could just say goodbye. How
will I continue on without you? You were my big sister, by 4 minutes…” I
laughed sourly at this, “I am so sorry Addie, I wish I knew…god I’m so stupid
to not have noticed! I love you!” I bent down and kissed her forehead. Looking at her one last time, I took in her
lifeless body. Her purplish lips, the
way her chest just laid there, not moving.
How no air came from her parted lips.
“Goodbye…” They took her out and
down the stairs, I couldn't move, every part of my body was numb. I had let this happen and I would forever
hate myself for it. © 2013 AngelicaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 16, 2013Last Updated on January 16, 2013 AuthorAngelicaAboutI am a Freshman in high school, and I have always loved to write. I hope that it has some future in my life as it is a way for me to escape. Some of my best pieces are short stories and poetry piece.. more..Writing
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