I don’t know what to say or write right now. i’m putting this in the Pit because I don’t know what’s going to come flying out of my fingers and onto the screen, and I don’t want to get banned for using bad words somewhere like MPSIMS.
I got a call from my mom on Friday. My little sister was missing (she’s 14). She said that she was going to a friend’s house the next town over, and that she would call when she got there. When she was late in calling, my mom tried to call her cell phone. You know, just to make sure she got there okay. No answer. It was ringing, but no one was picking up. My mom left a message. Then, she called one of my sister’s friends to see if maybe she was there. The friend’s dad answered. He said that the friend wasn’t there, either, and that Anna (a girl from school my sister used to be friends with) had called and said that my sister and her friend were planning on running away.
At this point, my mom called me, freaking out. She told me everything. I told her that it might just be a rumor, and that, since Anna and my sister had had a pretty nasty falling out, it was possibly done solely to get my sister and her friend in trouble. I told her to calm down, keep in contact with the dad, and to call me if she hadn’t heard from my sister by eight (it was maybe six thirty), or if she showed up.
I got a call around seven. Jessica’s dad had gone driving around the area, and found them in South Elgin (which is south of us). They were trying to run away (with no money or anything). I think they had to call the police to get my sister’s friend in the car–my sister came willingly as soon as my mom came.
So my mom and sister had a talk, and then my dad and my sister had a talk. I don’t know everything, because I’m certain that there are some things that are remaining confidential (as they should be), but what I do know is pretty bad.
My sister is depressed. Very depressed. She hates school and wants to drop out (she got straight As last semester). She hates being at home because of my dad. She hates my dad. She doesn’t see the point of being in school, or of anything. She said she doesn’t want to live.
And, last week, she drank an entire bottle of NyQuil. An. Entire. Fucking. Bottle. Of. NyQuil. My little sister did this.
My mom is freaking out. She never went through anything like this with me, she says. My sister doesn’t want to confide in her like I did. It’s freaking her out, and she doesn’t need this right now, especially with worrying about my dad’s employment status and all that stuff. So my mom’s been talking to me, and I’ve been the strong one.
I don’t know what to say or do. I told my mom to make my sister talk to a therapist or a psychiatrist or something, because I think she needs it if she’s downing NyQuil as a recreational activity (and she did it to kill herself, NOT to get high, or that’s what she claims). I don’t know if my parents will, though. They’re not the best about this therapy thing. And I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that it’s my little sister who’s doing thing. Standing Operating Procedure is to kick anyone’s ass who tries to mess with her. But she’s messing with herself, and I don’t know what to do.
And I fucking hate this world that makes her feel this way, I hate Motorola for laying off my dad and making life so stressful that it would drive my sister to this, and I hate biochemistry for making her depressed. And I don’t fucking know what to do.