Warning

There are some dark themes in this story such as self-harm, attempted suicide, other self-destructive behaviors, and graphic moments within the main character's twisted and distorted reality. Now let's begin the story I'm about to share with you.

Prologue

We open our story upon Atticus McAllister a lanky, bespectacled, red headed young man of 27 years who on this particular day paid a visit to his father’s home only to find that his parents were out and oddly enough there wasn’t any music blaring from his sister's room upstairs. Thinking this strange he went to go and see if she was okay. As he ascended the stairs the death like quiet made him more anxious and agitated with every step he took. It was as if there was a blob of cement in his stomach that became heavier with every second that passed. When he got to the second floor he found that there weren’t any lights on and that his sister’s room was as silent as a crypt. He tried to lie to himself and brush it off as something simple, such as she may be taking a nap. Although that never stopped her from leaving her music on before; why would she start turning off now? He pulled himself away from his thoughts when he came to stand outside her door. When he placed his hand on the handle of the door he knew something was terribly wrong and he knew he had to find out what it was that was so horribly wrong.

As he entered he saw that she wasn’t in the main part of her room, but he did notice that the light in the en-suite bathroom was on. As he approached the door he knocked to see if she may happen to be asleep in the tub again because she found it to be quite a comfortable place for herself. He waited a few minutes then knocked again. This time it was louder than the last. He waited a little longer, but it was still silent on the other end of the door. Now he began to pound on the door, but there still wasn’t any sign of anyone on the other side. Panic began to rise in his chest when he couldn’t open the locked door. The dread that had begun to suffocate him kept increasing so he resorted to kicking the door down. When he sent the door flying off its hinges his heart broke at what he saw.

There his little sister was in the bathtub seeming as if she was asleep, yet there was water in the tub and an open bottle of spilled sleeping pills lying within her limp hand. He did the only rational thing he could think of at the moment. He pulled out his phone and called 911, both of his fathers, and went about trying to revive his dear little sister all the while thinking 

"What did you do Briar? Why did you do it?"