Michael
206 Words
I had always loved my sister. I always protected her and looked after her. And I deeply regret what I did.
December 15 was not my proudest moment. And so therefore it is one I deeply regret. Grabbing that gun and just holding it. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. And even more so is that fact I couldn't protect her looking down on her through the past couple of months. It truly hurts me that I can't help her.
I watch from this dreaded sky. I'm just stuck here. Alone.....no with anyone. No one can hear me. It's just me with my thoughts.
You're always supposed to protect the younger sibling, not hurt them or push them away. And I realized the error in my ways.
But I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out and that was my way out. I only wished I had made a different choice. She hasn't gotten my letters yet. I gave them to Jack to use in the moments that she needed me and I hope that he will follow through with it. It took me years to finish them.
I just hope they make the right choice. God, I miss my sister.
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