Can You Hear Me Now?

May be triggering.

There once was a girl with dark brown hair, she tried and tried but was never quite there. Her sister was better than her, she could tell her parents were always comparing them and her sister was always chosen on top. That's when her silent screams began. She started a blog and began making videos about how she felt. She was deep in depression but she never turned to self harm, instead her mind took an even darker aspect. Sometimes she would grab out a piece of paper and write 'To my family,' then she would rip it into pieces and throw it away, why would they care? When she tried talking to her family they changed the subject or gave her a lecture and were never really listening. She began planning something, something that would make them hear her, something they couldn't ignore. A train? No someone might grab her arm and pull her out of the way and it might be to public. A car? It might not work and she might just be sent to hospital. The water? No it would be to hard to keep herself under. Finally she settled on a final choice and that night at dinner she hugged her parents before they sent her off to bed already distracted by one of her sister's new awards. Instead of going to bed though she walked straight passed her room and to the front door of their unit. She pushed open the door and walked to the end of the hallway before she began the long climb up the stairs. She reached the top and shielded her face with her hand as a gust of wind sent her hair whipping around her face. She glanced around at the roof that she had walked onto and stepped up to the edge.  She took a deep breath and leaped before she could back down. The last thought in her head was, can you hear me now?

She died almost instantly as she crumpled to the ground. No one found her till the morning when her dad went down the staircase from their apartment to go to work. He kissed his favourite daughter goodbye and opened the front door only to be greeted by the dead body of his other child. He dropped his briefcase and ran to her already knowing she was dead. 'Why?' He whispered his voice coarse as rivers of tears began streaming down his face. A whimpering behind him made him glance back to see his one living daughter burst into tears and run up the stair screaming for her mother.  Moments later the girl's mother appeared and her face contorted into an expression of pure pain as she murmured, 'How could you do this to your sister?'

They called an emergency number and the girl's body was picked up and her funeral was planned. The only thought her parents had were how is our living daughter going to cope? They never spared a thought for her or why she had died.

After a year had passed, when the remaining daughter began her 9th year of school she decided to go into her old sister's room and clean it out from it's now dusty untouched state. She opened the door disturbing the musty air and walked over to the desk on the opposite side of the room. She pulled out a drawer to reveal a book which had obviously been a diary. She flicked open to the first page and saw an internet address, a password and a username. She shrugged and booted up the computer before typing in the details. Her mouth slid open as she froze in shock and read the page. Her shoulders began shaking gently as she cried. Her parents noticed the open door and went into the room before they to began crying. 'I tried talking to them today but like usual they didn't listen to me. If they once actually looked at me they would see something was wrong, instead of always looking at her…' 'I'm going to die today then maybe they will hear me, maybe then I won't be invisible to them anymore but somehow I doubt they would care. They're to obsessed with her…' As they read the page they suddenly realised everything and why their daughter had died. They all blamed themselves.

The living daughter started cutting and became anorexic, the mother suffered from severe depression and the father, well, he followed his previous daughter's footsteps after months of fighting his thoughts. Can you hear me now? The last thought reverberating through the air, echoing in their lives.