Ruby
ten years ago...
Hope is dead.
The day has been dark and disturbing and depressing.
I woke up a little past midnight to find her dead in bed, foam oozing out of her mouth. She stole a bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet and swallowed them. I screamed. I shook her. I tried to breath life into her but she was gone. She left me.
Hope is dead. And a huge part of me died with her. All of me died with her.
My parents were shocked. Not sad, just shocked. And angry. And disappointed. Losing Hope means losing more money. Shamelessly, they started arguing about Hope. And about who left the cabinet open. And about money. And about how much money they will lose. And about finding a little girl to replace Hope. I just stared in silence and shock.
Before dawn, they tossed her body in a
