Can You Save Me? *UNDER EDITING*

Another attempt

Caleb

Not again. I have always known that my two minutes and thirty-six seconds younger sister has felt bad. I never quite understood why. When we lived in California, she seemed improved but I believe it all was hanging on Sam, her boyfriend. But now I stand here at Northwestern Memorial Hospital paralyzed. My sister has tried to commit suicide again, how many times will she try before she succeed? I'm afraid that One day I will come home and realize that she actually succeeded. I can't talk to her about this because she's always annoyed with me, she rarely want to talk to me unless she have to. And our father will not talk about Beatrice, I never understood the thing between them but number boy told me tonight what our father is doing to her. I cannot believe I used to look up to him. I wonder if our mother knows what's going on when she's gone. I wish she could just come home now. She has been in Paris for two and a half months.

I follow by number boy to Beatrice room. We are not allowed to see her even when those currently patch together her wrists. I sit down in one of the chairs in the waiting room, waiting for someone to come and explain to me how she is. I do not want this life for my sister really I do not but I do not want to lose her either.

I take a quick shine on the number boy. His tearful face makes me somehow believing in the words he said before to me. He loves my sister. But I see a long shot that he is not good for her. He has this whole bad boy style and she needs a steady person. Someone like ... like.. Sam.

I see him do something on his phone and suddenly seven young people through the door and stand in front of him

"How is she?!" a girl with a darker skin tone and dark brown shoulder-length hair demands to know.

"I do not know" number boy answers and I look further to see tears fall from his eyes. He does not look like a person who usually cries.

"What happened?!" Demanded another slim girl with turquoise and semi-shaved hair to be told.

"She wanted to die. As usual," I answer quietly. All eyes are now on me

"Who are you?" A guy with a big head of hair and large almond shaped brown eyes ask me

"Her brother"