It was about 5:00 in the morning and I heard my mom say “ OMG hurry and get up we gotta go to the hospital”  When I heard that I did not know what was going on or why she had said that, so I hopped out of my bed to see what was going on. When I got out, I saw my sister crying, my mom was mad and crying, and my sister’s best friend sat silently next to her. In my head I was thinking, “What happened, what’s going on?” I sat in the living room and went to ask my god sister what had happened.  

She said “ your sister tried to kill herself by taking 16 pills “ 

“ OMG is she ok why would she do that “ 

 When she said that I could see the look on her face she was scared and crying and her tone was so low she sounded like she was whispering and very sad I could feel the tears dripping down my face almost like candle wax drips down a burning 1`candle. I was so scared of what could’ve happened. Then my mom took my sister to the hospital. I can remember that night so well after my mother left. We were all sitting there scared and none of us knew what to do. My sister’s best friend was crying and I couldn’t go back to sleep knowing what my sister had been through or is going through. It was so painful for me to know because I love my sister to death. I love when she picks me up when i've fallen down or when she explains to me what she goes through and how I can do better. 

        The next day I had to go to volleyball practice in the morning and I didn’t want to. I wanted to go with my sister, but my mom said “ everything is going to be okay just go to school and I will check up on you throughout the day ”. 

I said okay, though I was still crying. I walked into volleyball practice and everyone saw me crying and asked me what was wrong, but I just ignored them because I wanted to be alone. After practice, I was still scared and crying so my school counselor talked to me and I told her what had happened. I couldn’t go into my class with people because I was too scared. I was crying way too much.  I went into one of my most trusted teacher’s rooms and just stayed there and throughout the day I would call my mom to check on my sister who always said that everything was okay. At lunch, my coach saw that I was really sad in the hallway so she asked me to come into her office, I did, and she talked to me and asked me what was wrong. Then I told her and she told me that everything would be okay and that my sister would get through it because she is a strong girl and I could see on her face that she really felt bad for me and that she really meant what she had said  so then I went home and my mom told me that my sister would stay in the hospital for at least five days just so that she could take her time and get better.

         Everytime I think back to That day, I just think what if no one would have known. What if she fell asleep what if she didn't tell her best friend what she had done?What if her best friend’s phone wasn't on? What if the last time I saw her was when we were arguing? What if she was gone right now and I never saw her again? 

When I reflect on this experience,  I feel blessed that she is still here. She is better than ever. In fact, I believe that everything that day happened for a reason. My sister has expressed her feelings and it has shown me the importance of  holding my sisters tightly and closely . because as Isadora James has said “A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.”