Drip. Drip. Drip.1
The water dripped from the old, leaky spout as I looked up into the mirror. Mt once vibrant blue eyes stare back at me, looking sunken and dead. The dark bags that hang beneath my eyes only became darker as I remember of all those sleepless night, forced awake by dark twisted dreams and haunting memories. The memories of my family, my loving family, before that crash three years ago. A memory flashes in front of my eyes. Pieces of metal were flung about carelessly. The bodies of my mother and younger sister were not too far from where I lay. There was pain. And blood....so much blood. The dark, menacing substance poured from my mother's skull, an unhealthy amount pooling around her head. My sister, her once flawless skin was now riddled with deep lacerations and cuts. I struggled to stand, to reach them and find out if their okay. Voices shout to one another, red and blue light flash as two men kneel near my fallen family. A pained scream is torn from my lips as I once again struggle to stand. A man sees me and immediately motions for others to assist him. I see them carefully pick up the bodies of my sister and my mother taking them to an ambulance also. Soon everything, the voices, the light, even the smell of blood faded into nothingness as darkness engulfed my vision. 2
Tears filled my eyes. 'That was the day they died. The day they left me alone in this world.' My hands grasp the edges of the porcelain sink as another memory tears across my vision. I was surrounded by walls of white, tubes and wires were connected to my body. A doctor rushed in, a relieved smile painted on his face. “Well Ms. Heathbrooke, it looks like you've survived something many could not. Congratulations.” he had told me. I opened my mouth for what seemed to be the first time in weeks. “ My family, are they...?” I asked, my voice soft and cracked from under use. The smile the doctor had worn disappeared. “I'm sorry Ms. Heathbrooke.” He said solemnly. The tears stream down my face as memories of my sobs fill the air. “I can't take it anymore.” I whisper to myself, tearing open the cabinets and pulling out a razor. I make two deep cuts in my wrists and turn on the sink, placing my bloodied wrists under the running water, forcing the blood to leave me faster. A memory of my sister's laughter fills my ears. “Come on Kori, lets play!” her voice orders playfully. I could hear the soft chuckle of my mom's mixed with the bell like laughter of my sister. “Don't worry Mom, Angie, I'm coming. You know me, always late for every thing.” I chucked quietly as my eyes closed for the final time in my life.