Her name was Lora.
She was my sister, and best-friend.
It was an eerie day, and it seemed as if nothing would go right, and nothing did.
It was after school and I was playing in the backyard mindlessly with small hand-crafted toys.
Then it started, the yelling and the screaming.
My stomach churned when I heard it.
Maybe it's just over something small...
I had thought.
But it wasn't, I heard very faintly, my mother yelling at my father, "It's your fault she's dead!".
I was only a child so I didn't know what was happening, and I bursted out crying.
I ran up the steep staircase to Lora's room, looking for comfort. Only to find an icky red liquid covering her arms.
I felt my mothers hand settle on my shoulder.
"She's just sleeping honey," she lied, trying to hide her crying face.
Now I know what happened.
People were calling her mean names like fat and slut, and she got very very sad, and went to 'sleep'.
I cried everyday until this point, I was dried of tears.
My mother was different now, she barely spoke, and my father hits me every day.
We're just a broken family.
In a broken neighborhood.
Full of Broken people.
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Sad Stories
RandomJust a bunch of Sad Stories that I made up with my mind, because I was in the mood.