Hope - Part 3 I went home after my first day back to school. I just couldn't cope. Mum was working so I had the house to myself. I went into joys bedroom. It was immaculate. Her walls were white with some pale pink, one wall was covered in Polaroid photos of her, me, her friends, our puppy and so many others. My favourite was one of me and her on Christmas Day. We were dressed in matching onesies, clutching handfuls of beautifully wrapped presents. We looked so happy. Her other walls had framed photos and a rack of perfectally placed nail polishes, all the colours of the rainbow, glitter, clear coats. Joy always had her nails done, she often got told off for it at school; but she never cared. Joys desk was covered with makeup, pens, notebooks and fairy lights, all perfectally placed, but not too neat. Her bed was the main feature of the room. A huge canopy with fairy lights everywhere, it looked perfect. Then there was a little door in the wall, connecting to my room. My room was very similar, we decorated them together. But mine was messier, clothes all on the floor, and homework on the bed. But I still loved it. Me and joy both had little staircases in our room, leading up to a mini attic, just for our rooms. It was perfect, fairy lights, blankets, cushions everywhere. It was my favourite place to be. I did something really stupid. Really really stupid, and selfish, cruel, ridiculous, I feel awful about it. Really awful. I went into joys room, looking at all the pictures and little bits and bobs that reminded me of her. And I lost it completely lost it. I tore down the photos, ripped the canopy, smashed the Nail polish rack, screaming, crying, swearing. 'Why did she leave me? I can't cope without her!' I blame her for everything. Which is stupid of me. Stupid. There was nothing she could've done. But I can't help it! I stand back. What have I done. I have destroyed her room. What previously was a beautiful palace was now I mess, a horrible mess. I imagine what joy would've done if she was here. The same to me but 10X worse. What had I done?! How could I be so selfish to my poor twin sister. She was dead. HAD I KNOW KNOWLEDGE?! I break down, in a heap on the floor. I don't want to live in a world without joy. I want her back! I need her back......