Sammy stared outside, at the night sky. All the stars shining, lighting up the night. The moon right in the middle. Sammy had looked to the moon countless nights. She'd always hoped that maybe one day, anytime, anywhere, she could live the way she wanted to. With a loving sister, instead of Amy, her evil twin sister. Sammy had always been jealous of Amy, for countless reasons.
1) Amy was liked and popular
2) Amy had a bright future ahead of her
3) Amy had happiness
4) Amy was the better version of Sammy
There were so many more. Sammy knew that she should value what little she had, and she did. She even cared deeply about Amy, even though Amy wished Sammy would just drop dead. Sammy loved her just the same. She knew Amy would never feel the same way about her. Amy lived to make Sammy's life a nightmare.
"Oh, why doesn't she love me? Why doesn't she care?" Sammy struggled, trying to hold back her tears. This was what Amy did to her. "I try my hardest. I do what I think is right. What do I get? What does Amy do? She treats me like a slave."
Sammy looked at the bright light of the moon. "I bet nobody would even care if I died. They'd be celebrating." Her gaze went up to the endless sky. "Would they? They'd be happy."
Sammy cried then, finally letting the tears fall down. Starting from her eyes, down to her chin, then all the way down onto the window. She could see the small pool they were making. That just made her cry more. Sammy had dealt with this before, crying herself to sleep every night. This may as well be the story of her life.
"Ow!" Sammy rubbed at the small cut on her arm, where one of the tears had landed. She'd never dream of telling, but Sammy had started cutting herself when she was alone. By now, her arms were coated with scratches and scars. "Why do I have to live like this? Why?"
The tears fell faster, some on the cuts and some on the window. She screamed in pain each time, but it hurt and stung so good. This was her punishment. The treatment that had been destined to be hers. Pain, hurt, and heartbreak.
Sammy kept feeling like this. Eventually, she thought, "I need to end this! I'm done with my life!"
She snuck to her father's room, knowing he kept a gun on the small table next to his bed. Sometimes, she felt like she was in a dream when she cut herself or tried to commit suicide. A dream that could end any minute, any second- but she didn't want it to. Sammy was ready to face her fate.
Meanwhile, Amy was trying to sleep. She had been kept awake, each time by the sound of her sister's screaming. At times like this, she was grateful for the distraction. She would die before telling, but Amy was jealous of Sammy. She envied the way Sammy was so approachable if you needed help. She envied her sister's rare smile, which was probably prettier than her own.
"Tell me what to do." She looked down at her hands. "What should I do?"
Amy sighed. She wouldn't be getting any rest tonight.
Sammy successfully made it out of the bedroom, with the black gun in her hand and a piece of paper in the other- her suicide note.
Dear Reader,
I'm sorry. I've made too many mistakes, and should have known to do this sooner. I'm not needed, I was born in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe I shouldn't even be here. So I'm giving up. You might say I'm commiting suicide. I call it escaping. You're probably too late, but if you could, what would you say to me? I'm a nuisance? I'm a slave? I'd believe anything you say.
I have a few things to say to my sister, Amy. If you're reading this...
I'm in a better place now. I have all I need, and finally know where I belong. But I want you to know, I'm not upset with you. You were the better sister. It was obvious. I was jealous of you. You were the best at everything. Amy, I love you no matter what happens to you. Remember this.
To everyone else- I should be mad at you, but I'd never forgive myself if I was. You aren't to blame, it's all my fault.
Bye forever, Sammy 'Samey'
Amy had finally been able to sleep. She was grateful, but obviously couldn't sleep too well. She kept havimg terrifying nightmares about Sammy.
"Sammy, what are you doing?" In Amy's dream, she was chasing her sister down a long blood-stained path that looked like death. "You'll die!"
"Well, I deserve it. Right, Amy?" Sammy's last words, before she walked into a cloud of fog. All Amy heard after was a blood-curdling scream then silence.
"Noooooo!" Amy got down on her knees. She cried at the sight of her sister's blood coming down the path. Before she gave up, her last words were, "I'm sorry."
Amy's dream was depressing enough to wake her up. She was practically sweating. Amy had been terrified of her nightmare. "I need to see my sister!"
Sammy made it outside, to the backyard. This was where she was going to die. Right there. But of course, this would go unnoticed.
"Well, world- this is it. My last goodbye." Sammy ponted the gun at her head, and closed her blue eyes as she felt the bullet in her brain. The last thing anybody ever heard from her was a scream, and of course, dead silence after.
In her cold, dead hand was the suicide note. It fell out of her hand, as if it were saying goodbye like Sammy had.
The gunshot woke up everyone in the house. Amy stood, shocked and scared. Soon after, her parents came down the steps. "What happened?"
Amy answered, scared. "I heard a gunshot come from outside."
Her father grabbed a flashlight. He silently motioned for his wife and daughter to follow him. Slowly and carefully, they crept outside. "Nothing in the front yard."
Amy froze up. "The back?"
Amy's father directed for her to lead the way, and they all walked to the backyard. Amy was the first one to freeze up, and almost faint. "What- what happened?"
Amy collapsed onto the grass, clutching her sister's cold hand in her own. Tears formed in her eyes, then fell. "What have I done? Please, tell me this isn't real!"
Amy's parents froze up when they saw Sammy's body on the grass, and Amy actually crying over her. "Amy? Is your sister really-" Her mother did her best to form the word. "Dead?"
Amy tearfully nodded. "I pushed her too far! I wish I could undo everything!"
With shaking hands, Amy picked up the suicide note Sammy had left. "Look at what she said to me!" Tears fell faster, and each one was more depressing than the last.
"She loved me, and I didn't stop to see that! I was too busy bossing her around... I caused her to die!"
Amy felt her parents pat her back, and hug her. They were crying, too, and it was eventually too much for Amy. "I have to go inside."
Rubbing her eyes, Amy walked into the house. She'd never see Sammy's smile, her hopeful blue eyes, or her optimism ever again. The worst part? Sammy had admitted to loving her sister, and Amy hadn't stopped to see that.
"I'm sorry."
A week later, at Sammy's funeral, Amy sat wiping her eyes as she saw Sammy's body get buried. In her hand was the suicide note, which she'd kept ever since her sister's death. The phrase, "I love you, Amy," always stood out to her now.
Amy carefully placed flowers on her sister's grave, and as she did, felt herself feel a bit better. Amy would never forgive herself for Sammy's suicide, and had promised she'd never make that mistake again.
As she did, the clouds opened up and the sun shined. It was a beautiful day, but would never be the same without Sammy.
Thanks for reading! I hope it was good, I wrote it to help make people aware of abuse, depression, and suicide. All those things are wrong, and some poeople don't know that. Review if you liked it, and bye!