Something Wasn't Right:
'Bye, everyone' Lynny smiled softly, the saddest loneliest smile I've ever seen. And then she shut the door behind her and was gone.
Something wasn't right.
I put down my knife and fork. 'I'm not hungry' I said and walked upstairs. I wanted to follow Lynny out to make sure she was all right, but I didn't want it to seem like I didn't trust her. I didn't know why it felt like something was wrong, it just did. Lynette had been acting strangely for a while. She argued with Jude. Now she was going out for a walk on her own. She hadn't been out of her own for years.
I felt like thumping a wall in frustration, but knew how stupid that would be. I laid down on the bed with my head stuffed into the pillow. I put my hands under the pillow to stop them doing anything stupid, and felt something. A piece of paper. I pulled it out to find it was an envelope. My name was written on the front and it was my sister's handwriting.
I skim read it quickly, certain words and phrases sticking out at me 'lucky' 'won't be around' 'walking in front of a bus' 'too hit and miss' 'accident' 'be strong for both of us'
My sister was about to kill herself. I shot out of my room, and down the stairs. As soon as I was downstairs I ran out the door. I realised I had dropped the letter as I ran down the stairs, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was getting to Lynette in time.
It was impossible to know which direction to had gone it. The train station was too far away, so tram or bus. I sprinted as quickly as I could to where I knew there could be either trams of buses.
'LYNETTE!' I screamed to her when I saw her. She was walking across a road. To an onlooker she would've looked like she was high or something, like she didn't know what was going on or where she was. She either didn't hear me or wasn't listening. 'LYNETTE' I screamed again, getting slightly closer to her. She turned around slowly to look at me. 'Lynny don't do this' I wasn't screaming any more because I knew she could hear me. 'Don't do this' I repeated.
'I'm sorry, Callum' was all Lynny said, she turned away from me. I diverted my eyes and saw a bus coming towards her. People thought suicidal people were cowards but my sister wasn't a coward, she wanted to die, but she wanted to die looking death in its face. The buses headlights must've been blinding her but still she didn't move, she didn't even turn her head. There was nothing I could do, even if I had ran to her to push her out of the way I wouldn't have got there in time.
'LYNNY' I screamed desperately as the bus hit her. She was thrown across the road slightly, and the bus skidded to a stop. 'LYNNY' I knew there was no way she could survive this. She knew there would be no way she would survive. She had wanted this, but that didn't make it any easier. My sister was dead, she died in front of me.
I couldn't see to take my eyes off of her. Her lifeless body lay in the middle of the road, blood covering her face. 'Lynny' I whispered, and fell to my knees. I wasn't crying I was just shaking. I should've been crying though, but I couldn't. I was shaking so much. I knew I wouldn't be able to move so I didn't bother trying. Lynny was dead. My sister was dead.
And it was my fault. I should've done something. When I saw her I should've done something. I should've pushed her off the road. I should've followed her out when I thought something was wrong. I should've
done something. Anything. Lynny was dead because I didn't do anything. How was I going to tell Mum, Dad and Jude. I just stood here and let Lynette let the bus hit her. I let her die.
Slowly I stood up, but I didn't start to walk home It was ironic thinking about it, as I was walking home I probably looked like Lynny did before she died. Like I didn't know what was going on, or where I was. I definitely knew those things, though, it was the why that I didn't know. Why did Lynny want to die?
A/N: Maybe one day I'll write a story about Lynette that doesn't involve a death…:-\! Please R&R, and let me know if I should write another chapter!