How do you tell a bunch of young sweet kids that their sister is dead? How do you tell them that she cut her wrists because she couldn't bear living with the person she was anymore? How do you do it? How do you deal with it? How will it ever be normal again?
How can you live without her?
Where was Luke?
Jessie left the hospital room, out to the waiting room. All the kids were there with Bertram. They shot up when they saw Jessie. Her face said everything that it needed to. Tears streamed down Zuri's face, Ravi slunk down back into his seat. Bertram went to Jessie to hug her but she just walked away.
She should have been there for them but Jessie just could not. Why not? Why, the person who cared for them most in the world, why was she not there?
Because she was weak.
Jessie just needed air and time to think. She had to think about how Emma was. She wanted to hold onto any memories she had of her. Jessie thought back to the last few months with Emma. Racking her mind for good memories, she realized they had none. Only a few incidents really stuck out for her, not how she wanted to though.
"Emma where are you going? Don't you want some dinner?"
"No, I'm not really hungry. I just feel like going on a walk. I'll be back home in a little bit."
"Where are you walking to?"
"Why does it matter?"
That was so out of place for her. Of course she was always lying about where she was going, but she didn't even try to make an excuse that time. It wasn't even that, she seemed sadder all the time. A distant sadness, like she wasn't Emma anymore. She had not been the same person, but Jessie never noticed. Never there to help her.
She could never help her and it was too late now.
A/N- Its been so long since I updated, I doubt anyone even still cares about this story. If people are interested, then there will be more chapters today, really hope to get the ball rolling on this one again! Thanks for reading
