*One of the longest I've written, yet one that I'm most proud of*
Depressed was an understatement.
She was suicidal.
Her mistakes were catching up with her,
And she wanted to get away.
Before this, her last attempted suicide was slitting her wrists.
Since then she has become more aware of what to do.
Firearm...
Her dad was a hunter and cop,
So finding a gun wasn't a problem.
That particular night, he and his wife went out.
She figured that was the perfect time to go through with it.
Her parents weren't home,
Nor was her sister.
She went to the basement where her father kept his guns.
She left a note to make sure they knew why.
Afterwords, she took her father's cop gun out of his belt,
And aimed it to her head.
She didn't care what anyone thought.
She just wanted to get rid of the pain.
The girl aimed the gun to her temple
And pulled the trigger,
Splashing blood and all the pain with it out.
This was what she wanted.
To lose everything she could've been,
Could've had,
Could've dreamed,
Could've changed.
She didn't want any of it.
She succeeded but didn't think of the pain that she'd end up putting on everyone else:
Her father,
Her sister,
Her step-mother,
Her boyfriend: ex-boyfriend now...
She didn't think of it at all.
She thought they'd be alright without her.
That they wouldn't notice she was gone,
But once little sister found her big sister in a puddle of her own blood,
She couldn't hold herself up.
She screamed and collapsed in that puddle,
And she couldn't move, or talk, or dial 911 for help.
She knew her big sister was gone,
And she couldn't do anything about it.
When her father and step-mother got home, they heard their daughter screaming.
They followed the sound to the basement.
They saw their daughter screaming in a puddle of her sisters blood.
Her step-mother couldn't look,
She had to turn around.
Her father took out his cell phone,
Crying,
Dialed 911.
The ambulance came as soon as they could,
Announced his daughter dead.
He soon after found the note
He understood what it said,
for he, himself, turned to suicide soon after his daughters death.
Now there are no answers,
And the edges are unclean.
Never knowing what or where
This family could be.
