The sirens wail

faintly in the

distance

taking her further

and further from

home.

From me.

The yellow tape

stretched across her

door

with black letters

screaming at me,

"Caution!"

I cry.

The chalk outline

stark against the

floor

sits beside the

knife they haven't

touched.

Still bloody.

She never told

anyone she still

hurt

but I heard

her crying at

night.

She snapped.

I wished she

would talk to

me

because I wanted

so much to

help.

She didn't.

And now she's

left in the

ambulance,

a blanket hiding

her body from

me.

Good bye.