I’m just coming home from school. It was an ok kind of day. I greet my parents with and smile and head upstairs to my room. I come across the guest room door shut. This white boring door is never shut. I open the door and see my sister laying down in the bed. She looked as white as the door.

“You’re sick?” I said.
Carly gives me a rude yes. Or what seemed to me rude. What was her problem?
“You’re probably just faking it to skip school.”
She turns her body in the guest bed away from the door.
“Please just leave me alone!”

I grin and slam the door behind me and proceed to go to my room without a thought about what just occurred.
At this time of my life I was 11 years old in 5th grade. My 13 year old sister and I were not friends and we barely got along. I did my usual 11 year old things. Eating, playing video games, practicing drums, and not having to worry about heaps of stressful high school homework. Carly, on the other hand, was mysterious. I had no idea and no interest to what Carly was up to or what was going on in her life. She just stayed in her room. I only saw her when our family got together to eat dinner and even then no one knew what was going on in her head.

Melancholy surrounded her. She was depressed. After my encounter with Carly I would not see her for 5 days and I never thought that the next time I would see her we would become friends that always got along.

Later that day I was on the computer probably watching meaningless videos about video games or funny fails on youtube. My house was oddly quiet. I turned the video I was watching off every 5 minutes if I heard a commotion in the house. I could hear my parents start a conversation about Carly.

“She is not doing well,” my Mom said. “I have a bad feeling about her health.”

I was confused. She is just sick it's not that big of a deal. The computer room is right next to the stairs so I watched my Mom march up stairs to see Carly. The guest bedroom is right above the computer room I was in. 5 minutes pass of silence. I immediately hear cries from Carly and yelling from my Mom from up stairs. On the corner of my eye I see them rushing down the stairs. I tried not to look directly at them because I know something was wrong.

I could hear my Mom telling Dad the news:

“She took too much medicine we need to take her to the hospital!”

The garage door opened. Car turned on. Garage door closed. The house was empty. Time stopped. My mind was clogged with questions. Is carly really going to die?

3 hours past still sitting at the computer only thinking. I hear the garage door open. I was terrified to face reality. My parents called my name from the living room immediately after they walked in the house. First thing they say is that my sister is alive.

“Do you know what happened to Carly?” Dad said.

I reply with a quick no so I could hear the truth first.

“Your sister tried to commit suicide by taking an assortment of Dads pills and we just took her to the hospital to get them pumped out,” my mother said.

“Well where is she now?,” I asked my mother.

“She is resting at the hospital then she will be transferred in the morning to a place to recover and get back to normal for 4 days.”