A letter to my sister.

Dear Hannah,

Well you killed yourself today. You killed yourself without a word or a goodbye. Ben found your body wile he was on his morning run through the Park. You were under the Pixar tree with a knife that you used to end your life. It was your Fathers knife... or the man you called Dad. He wasn't actually your Dad. We shared a Dad. My father was yours. But I never got to tell you the reason we looked so alike. I never was able to tell you why we were so alike. You died before I could tell you. There are so many things I want to tell you. I want to tell you that I am so upset you didn't tell me how you felt. I am so heartbroken that I can't sit with you and hear about the latest boy toy. And thats only the begining. So Ive deicided I am going to write to you every day for the next month. Or maybe longer. Thats it for today, goodbye.

~Samantha