[sad story; just a warning.]
A year ago today, my older sister, Maya, killed herself by sitting on train tracks and getting hit by a train. She was my best friend, the person I went to for everything.
Pink was her favorite color, a daisy her favorite flower.
I straighten my hair, apply my usual dark eye makeup, and slip into a ruffly pink D&G dress, gold flats, and Marc Jacobs hair accessories.
I knew what I was doing, where I was going.
"Here." I say to the taxi driver. He stops and I pay him before sliding out of the yellow convertible. I walk across the field towards the train tracks, a bouquet of fresh daisies in my hand. "I love you, Maya." I say, stepping onto the tracks and setting the flowers onto a rusty track. "I miss you." I start to weep. I look up. A train is headed my way. Oh god. I scream, but I'm in the middle of the tracks, by now I won't be able to run away in time. I squeeze my eyes shut and...
I'm grabbed and pulled out of harm's way quickly by a pair of strong hands. I open my eyes and look up at a tan brown-haired boy. "T-thank you so much." I sob into his shoulder. "You saved my life."
"Anything for you." He says and lets me cry. I don't even know his name, what am I doing?! "I'm Jake. Jake Warnick."
"Izzy..Isabel Kenna Simpson." I lift up my head. "I bet I look like a mess, after all that crying."
"No," he says. "You look beautiful."
I smile. "Thanks, but..that's a lie."
We walk, hand-in-hand, down the sidewalk. "What were you doing playing on the train tracks, anyways?"
"Nothing." I lie. I'll tell him, one day.
[finish later. xo, iz]