She hadn't always been this way, she was normal or at least what someone would define as normal. I was never told how it happened, only that I should never mention anything to her. I remember when we were kids playing in the park, that… never happens now.
I watched intently as the old rusty van rolled in. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my father sigh and roll his drink around in his glass before placing it down on the table. He stood up slowly and moved towards the rickety stairs, the floorboards creaking under his feet. A few seconds later he emerged clutching my sister's arm in a death grip. I watched as he dragged her into the waiting van, a look of regret in his eyes. As the van was leaving I saw the back of the window barred like a prison truck.
Days, weeks and months passed and yet I still thought about my sister what happened to her, father refused to talk about it. I remember the day I got the news, my sister Thea Queen was dead. She had hanged herself in her room 6 months after she had been taken away.
The funeral was a small affair. Seeing my sister lying there so pale I began to notice the scars branding her wrists. This was all wrong, she had been so strong why she did she need to go. I remember when we were little she was so bright and happy what happened? What changed? Father didn't have dinner that night nor the second night he just sat on the front porch with a bottle of rum alongside him drowning his sorrows away, he hasn't changed clothes since the funeral and he stinks of the foul beverage he is consuming. He is slipping, further and further from reality until one day, "Oliver come over here," the frail voice of my father ventures through the door "There is something I need to tell you."
"What is it father?"
"Look son, I know I haven't been the best father but there is something you need to know, it's about your sister."
"What about her?"
"Why I sent her away," he sighed. "She was a great girl but she got into the wrong crowd she got into drugs, not long after that well, her boyfriend started abusing her she couldn't handle it she…" He paused for a second before venturing on. "She started having panic attacks I didn't know what to do, she had spiralled down a long track and couldn't come back, I thought that the hospital could help, they… they told me they would." By now he had broken into tears, sobs wracked though his frail body "Please Oliver do as I tell you, go inside and don't blame yourself."
I walked inside and then suddenly everything went quiet. I heard the sound booming and yet I refused to believe it. I run outside hoping I was wrong but all I saw was father slumped over blood oozing down from the hole in the side of his head. I slumped over my Father's dead body screaming, crying. It took a long time to calm down but when I did I leant over the dead body and whispered, "I always loved you," I paused, tears rolling down my cheeks, "Dad."