The start of my new short story....Finding Redemption

                   Present day- October 18
Ice cold against my cheeks, so weak, so cold, what happened? I manage to sit up and hear the soft dripping noise and look down..I'm bleeding. I have gashes down my arms... And that's when it hits me. I slit my wrists and passed out from the blood. Looking around I find my weapon my since of release, I can barely make it out in the puddle of blood. Though sure enough it's my blade my friend. The only one that's never abandoned me. I must have cut to deep this time. I need to be more careful before someone notices and starts to ask questions. I can't afford that, not now when I am suppose to be "better". After all those weeks of non-stop therapy you would think I was better. I mean how could I not be? Yet here I am picking myself off the floor again and cleaning up my mess. It was all Amber's fault. Had she kept her big mouth shut I wouldn't have had to cut, but no she had to bring it all up again. 6 months since it happened and it still isn't any easier. I sigh and finish scrubbing up the blood. Sooner or later mom will notice all her good towels have gone missing. That is if she remembers I even still exist. All she ever does now is lie in bed and sleep. I know the therapist said it wasn't my fault it was an accident, but how can I not think that it is if she won't ever look me in the eyes since that night. The night I killed my little sister....
Written by brokenyetstrong
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