Chapter Two - Depression
I never knew what it was like to be truly depressed until now. My sister had been gone for exactly six weeks. But it honestly could have been six years, and I would feel exactly the same.
Cold, empty, and lifeless.
Those words described my feelings perfectly. Every night when I go to sleep, I see Amy sitting in the car seat beside me. Completely covered in blood. I had unintentionally killed my sister in that car accident. What would I do to trade places with her?
Why did we have to go to the movies that night? If only one thing could have been different, Amy would still be here. The image of my sister, dead in the car seat covered in blood and glass, would never leave my mind. It would haunt me forever. Life without Amy was something I couldn't even imagine. But was I really ready to end this? Somehow, that seemed easier than continuing in this darkness.