"Hanging by a Thread" by Deja H.

It’s beautiful how the sky’s blueness seems pure and innocent. So clear not a cloud in sight. The laughter of children, birds and butterflies fill the sky with excitement. Flowers’ blossoming as the warm summer breeze sweeps away its pollen. As the sun shines it gives a new vibrant feeling. It gave me a wholesome feeling but who am I to say it’s perfect. Everybody’s summer experiences are different than the next person. Some say it’s beautiful and enjoyable. Others say it brings back the memories of the fatal tragedy that once happened.

Unfortunately, I am one of those people who do not enjoy summer. Sometimes  I wonder what life would be like with my sister here. Thing weren’t the same after Micah died. It seems our happiness died with her. My mom never smiles or speaks to anybody anymore. The police claim she went into a Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. She mostly sits in the room looking through Micah’s baby pictures. My dad became an alcoholic and left us miserable while he went out every night. Sometimes I wonder if they ever considered my feelings. After all she was my twin sister. Strangely I always wondered how it felt to be kidnapped. Every night I close my eyes and imagine myself in Micah’s position. Then I would say my prayers asking god for forgiveness.

I often began to think her death was my fault. This would have never happened if I didn’t skip school. Maybe if it was both of us she would have had a better chance to make it out alive. The guilt ate me alive after she was pronounced. I told the police we got in an argument and she stormed off to a dirt trail. The tension began to rise as the police told us her remains were never found. Is she alive? Is the kidnapper holding her for hostage? If she returns will my lie begin to unravel? The thought of my parent’s heart breaking even more became too much to bare. I decided to handle the situation as best as possible. I grabbed a step stool and a rope. I tied the rope around my neck and hung it on the balcony. Then I slowly let the breeze push me off the ledge.