Alright so this is my first story in a while… So I hope it doesn't suck…

And this has mentions of suicidal thoughts and suicide… Just sayin'

Anyway, enjoy and please review :)

She didn't know what to do. She was lost. Confused. She had just lost one of the most important people in her life! Why shouldn't she be confused?! She hadn't told anyone what happened or how secretly broken she was. She was Patricia freakin' Williamson! She shouldn't be so weak. She didn't want anyone to know, so of course she had her best poker face on the whole time.

The weather was horrible that day. Gloomy and just… sad. Like her mood. Sad. What else could she be? It was another year without her twin, Piper. She had gotten leukemia and died in her sleep one year after she was diagnosed. Patricia was heartbroken. She was shattered that one of the only people, who understood her besides Eddie, was gone forever. Never to be seen or heard again. Patricia had spent the morning in her room avoiding everyone, claiming to be sick. Only Trudy truly knew what was going on. She knew the redhead wasn't really sick, but she also knew that she couldn't tell anyone about what terrible day it was for Patricia. I bet you can guess why. Patricia Williamson hated pity and sympathy.

Eddie had tried coming up once to make sure she was alright, keyword once. He didn't dare try again.

"Patricia?" Trudy asked warily. When the kind house-mother didn't get a reply she was pretty sure it was safe for her to come in.

"Awe, Sweetheart." Trudy breathed. Once she saw Patricia huddled in a heap of blankets on her bed, Trudy set down the orange juice she had brought the miserable girl, and hugged her tightly.

Once Trudy left, Patricia made sure she wasn't coming back for a while, quickly grabbed her pencil sharpener, and unscrewed the blades. Once she made a fresh cut on her left wrist, after being clean for 4.5 months, she knew she couldn't cut herself forever. She needed something for damaging. To… to take her life forever. If nobody could have Piper, the better twin, why should they have her? The second best. Always has been. Always will. She knew everyone thought that, including Eddie. And that was making her think that as well. She was on the second story and there was the concrete walk way right outside window. Right now that option sounded really nice. Once she was sitting on the windowsill, Eddie had picked that exact moment to come in.

"Hey, Yacker. Jerry said-" Eddie cut himself off, noticing his girlfriend practically hanging off of the windowsill.

"Patricia!" Eddie exclaimed trying to her back inside.

"Stop! Eddie, stop it!" Patricia cried.

"What the crap were you thinking?!" He scolded her making sure the window was shut tight. When she didn't answer him, he looked at her, noticing she was crying. That told him something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

"Patricia?" Eddie asked concerned. She only looked up at him

"What were you doing?" He asked almost inaudible, hoping he wasn't going to get the answer of what he was thinking.

"No one needs me," Patricia started, her hands beginning to shake. "No one wants me, Eddie! I'm such a screw up! My own parents stopped talking to me after Piper died! Apparently they only kept me around because I looked like her. I'm nothing like her and never will be…" She trailed off softly. It Eddie a moment to register what she had just said. Piper's dead? Patricia tried to commit suicide. My Patricia! My Yacker! By then Eddie had tears threatening to spill out.

"Piper died? Wha- What happened?" Eddie said cautiously.

"She was diagnosed with leukemia, Eddie. I didn't even get to say good-bye. She died in her sleep and I wasn't there! I wasn't at the hospital! If there was something I could've done! It should've been me! I should've have left! Everyone loved her more anyway!" Patricia wailed hugging her knees. Eddie sped to her side and hugged her, hoping to calm her down.

"Never say that, Patricia! I love you so much more than Piper! And you know I loved Piper too, like a sister! But promise me you'll never forget that! Please just talk to me next time? No one should end there life! Especially someone as special as you." Eddie comforted. Every year, on the anniversary of Piper's death, Eddie never left her alone. He didn't want to lose his Yacker. She was so very special to him, even if she wasn't to anyone else.

She rubbed her fingers across the raised red marks that once bled,

She just wants to sleep,

To permanently go to bed,

Is that too much to ask?

Cause apparently, she's just a pain in everyone's ass.

Alright! Done! I was hoping to get to 1,000 words… but oh well! I know! It probably sucked… Not as good as I pictured it in my head…

But I hope to write some more soon please review and constructive criticism is welcome Thanks for reading!

~Torispeace