Author's note: To people who don't like depressing stories don't read this.

Window

A tear trickled down her face, When I opened the door to say good night. Why is she crying I ask myself. Have I done something wrong to upset her. I look at her the 40 years of lines seam to appear on her face, those lines are filled with sorrow. Her usually combed hair seams to have aged sixty years. She doesn't look like someone else sister she is sprawled on the couch crying softly so I wouldn't notice. I look at what she is holding a phone book and the phone. I examine the book as I walk slowly closer to her.

"Are you alight?" I ask. She just shakes her head as to dismiss me. Her eyes get swollen again and tears start running down her cheeks with out a word. Hurt is all I see in her eyes I want to comfort her tell her it's alright I'm here I will always love you. I think I should but I remember that she hates to show emotion and I know that her pride will be ruined.

A kiss and a hug is all I give her. I turn away from her and walk back into my room. I can still hear her crying though I'm not aware of it anymore I feel numb. She never cries, never. Immediately possibilities race into my mind. Is some one dead. Is she sick. Am I sick. Is mother sick. Why is she crying. I hear her door open and shut. She is in her room safe. That is all that matters now. She is safe. She is well. I'm well.

I don't hear her steady weeping. She has stopped crying. A new sound fills my ears . A window? Yes, It's a window her window I realize. Then it hits me I don't know what made me do it I run into her room, but the last thing I see is her night dark hair. I run to the window screaming. She did it. No she didn't but I saw her I saw her hair steam down with her. I now I must look out the window. Only I do this to see her seven stories bellow her body in different angles she is dead I can see it from here. In an instant my mind flashes back to all those times we were together. Mom and Dad run into the room and grab me away from the window as if to holding me back to doing the same. She is dead.

***Three days later***

I see her body in that casket it's so empty. Along with that is what ever reason that made her jump. Her once joyful face seams stern and serious not like her. What was the reason She did it, but that reason may never be told for she is dead. Besides me my parents are weeping, but I am beyond words or tears. I look at her again, and finally realize she is really gone. My precious baby sister is gone and part of me with her.