…new hangout spot since my leaving), the same old bed I refused to let go of unless she let go of me. That is where my stepdad found her, when he took her life that day on August 22, 1998. He shot her in the back of the head, and then he wandered back down to their room, probably in disbelief of what he just did, and shot himself, ending his life too. My sister, the poor child, came home from college for the weekend to find them there like that each on their own death bed, a scene made of nightmares. I heard my dad answer the phone that morning, when my grandma called. I wondered why he was crying, …
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