Kimmie
Posted: under The Fam.
My little sister is upset. Very upset. She’s hurting, and I can feel it. I know that pain, oh do I ever,
But I’m also scared for her. Because of this. I’ll admit, I have cut myself. But when I did, it wasn’t anything like what she wrote. I was angry, more angry than I had ever been in my life, and I wanted to do such violent things that I turned those thoughts on myself. At the time I thought: Why hurt him? It’d be better if it was me that felt the pain anyway. I read this, and I can tell, she’s depressed. Just how much of a funk she’s gotten into, I really can’t tell, but I know one thing, and that it’s not good in the least bit.
Mom, you wanted advice? I gave you advice, but after reading this, I really don’t care what decision you’re making. I know what I want to do, and I’m pretty sure you can guess what it is I’m thinking about. Because you see, I’ve had nightmares before. Nightmares about walking into a room, like my room, or the bathroom, and finding either Kimmie or David lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood. And now that Kimmie is like this, I’m terrified.
I don’t want to lose her. Which is why I want to help her as soon as possible. Because, I wouldn’t dare admit it to her, but if something were to happen to her, I would kill myself. I wouldn’t hesitate in the least bit. Because, even though we’re sisters and we’ll fight almost every day, and even though we haven’t shared a room all that long, and even though we barely seem to have anything in common, I care about her so much. She is, along with Mom, one of my best friends. And she most likely will be for life. And people don’t normally come across other people like that, let alone finding that they can have such a relationship with their siblings. I thought me and Kimmie would always hate each other, and look at us now. I would have never dreamed that we’d be as close as we are today. I tell her more secrets than I do my best friends, like Stephanie and Rae ann. I’ve told her secrets that I wouldn’t dare tell anyone else, and I know she wouldn’t dare tell.
I care about her, and I don’t want to see her in anymore pain. That’s why I want to help her. And I think doing ‘that,’ Mom, would be the best thing. but, since you’re the parent, you’ll have the final decision, even though I may protest with my entire being. Just try to think about this, and think about what I said, please. I’m not completely stupid, and I sorta know what I’m talking about, although I probably don’t nearly know as much as you, but I do have a different perspective. But, yea, I think I’m done talking now.
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Jul 14 2007