The Best Days of Our Lives
~Garnet's POV~
I rushed up the steps of my house. Megan promised she'd be home tonight to help me with the cursed Chemistry homework. I couldn't help it I was failing… I'm just not any good at it.
I dashed up the steps to Megan's bedroom. The lights were on but no sound came out. She better have not fallen asleep. She promised me.
I opened the door quietly. "Megan?" I whispered. "You in here?"
No answer.
I opened the door the whole way and stepped inside. She wasn't on her bed or in the bathroom… then I saw it.
The blood all over the floor, on the furniture.
"OHMIGOSH!" I screamed. I ran over to my sister. She was on the floor, her wrists overflowing with blood. Her eyes were open… but she had no pulse.
I ran into her bathroom and puked. The sight of blood horrified me… but seeing my sister… dead… made it even worse.
I ran back to her room, avoiding looking at the dead body that was once my sister.
"MOM! DAD!" I screamed, running back down the stairs to the living room where my parents were sitting.
"Garnet!" My mom looked at me, sternly. "What's this about?"
"M-m-Megan committed s-suicide, I think!" I stuttered.
"What the f**k?" My dad boomed. "Are you joking?"
That pushed me over the edge. Why did my parents always never seem to care about Megan? "WHY WOULD I BE LYING? IT'S MY SISTER I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
"Don't use that tone with me!" He warned me.
I pursed my lips, avoiding the urge to scream and flip him off. "Just come up and see! Please!" I begged.
They followed, somewhat reluctantly, but gasped when they saw the mess.
"Call 911!" My mother said, quickly.
I rushed to my room and picked up my phone.
"Hello, 911, how may I help you?" A lady's voice said on the other line.
"My sister is bleeding. I think she committed suicide. We need someone over here, fast!" I was almost to tears.
"What's your address?" The lady asked.
"143 Winter Lane," I said.
"I'll send someone right over." She reassured and then I hung up.
A couple minutes later, the ambulance pulled up and the paramedics rushed inside.
They checked for a pulse and tried to do that electric-pad thingy (I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. The thing where the press them together and then say clear. xD)
"Is she going to be okay?" I asked nervously.
The paramedic looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry, Miss. You're sister cut her main vain, and she's not responding to this. She's been dead for awhile. There's nothing we can do."
I collapsed onto the ground and started crying. Megan was not only a sister to me, but a friend. She game me advice, let me borrow her clothes, let me hang out with her and her friends, and talked about boys with me. Now, nothing would ever happen again. And that hurt.
My mother burst into tiny sobs, but it seemed like she was just trying to put on a show for the paramedics.
My dad had no emotion on his face.
I needed to figure out why Megan did this. I just had too.
So, next episode will be about James!
What do you guys think so far?
Sorry about the shortness for now, it'll get longer over time!