Sad Stories

Lora

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.