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Lucy knocked softly on her sister's bedroom door. "Ruthie?" she called out softly to her sister, whose back was turned.
"Lucy, I don't want to talk about it."
"I know you, Ruthie."
Ruthie turned and sat up. Her eyes were cold and hard, and full of hatred. It was as if with every passing day since his death, she felt colder and turned nastier. "And what do you mean by that?"
"You're me, Ruthie. You're in denial about Peter's death."
"I don't understand, Luce. You're not in denial about Peter's death."
"No, but I was about Sarah's. I thought everything was my fault, even though the accident wasn't my fault. You did nothing wrong, Ruthie. It was Peter's decision to end his life. We might believe it's wrong, but that's his fault. It's his fault, Ruthie, and not yours."
Ruthie made no comment. She stared at Lucy cold and hard for a few minutes, and no sound was heard from either of them. And then, without warning, Ruthie's feet sprung over the side of the bed. She jumped up, grabbed the one thing on her nightstand, and ran out of the room.
"Ruthie!" Lucy shouted, and she ran after her sister.
"No!" Ruthie yelled facing her sister, as she stood outside in the hall. "My life will never be the same again! How can I live in happiness when I made such a mistake to end his life? It's not his fault for his death! It's mine, all mine!" and she fell onto her floor, crying and shaking.
"Ruthie," Lucy said gently, as she knelt down beside her sister.
"No!" Ruthie yelled again, and began waving her arms frantically, in all directions.
"Ruthie!" Lucy yelled, as she tried to grab hold of her.
"It's my fault, all my fault! Nothing will ever be the same again!" And she took the thing she had put her pocket from the nightstand: a knife.
"Ruthie, no!" Lucy yelled, as she tried to grab it away from her sister. "Give it to me, Ruthie!"
"No!" Lucy grabbed Ruthie…and suddenly, it cut into Ruthie's wrist.
And the next thing the two saw, was a pool of blood falling onto the floor.
"Ruthie!" Lucy yelled, and she ran downstairs.
"Thank you Martin," Eric said, shaking his hand. "You did a good thing by writing that note. Without you, I think Ruthie would have killed herself by now."
"You're welcome, Reverend Camden. I love Ruthie, and I couldn't watch her suffer like this."
"Maybe now she'll think twice before taking those pills."
"Dad!" Lucy yelled as she ran into the living room.
Kevin quickly stood up as he saw his wife's terrified eyes. "Luce? What's wrong?"
"Ruthie…giant cut in her arm…blood…" And then she fainted.
Everything happened quickly. Annie and Eric rushed upstairs; Martin called the ambulance with his cell phone; and Kevin ran to get cold water for his wife.
But as soon as Eric and Annie got upstairs, Ruthie was nowhere in the hall. They checked all of the bedrooms, and that's when they saw the open window with the wind blowing gently in the trees on the black, cold night.
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I hope to have a sequel up soon, but it may take time, as I also want to get my next chapter of "A Golden Star" up, and with homework and all…
Thank you for reading!