The fog was heavy that day, and it seemed to reflect the feelings in everyone's heart. Everyone that had knew Gemini. Her wavy, shoulder length, blond hair would always stay in the same place, execpt for today. It was bushed out in every direction, covering the tiles in the small, yet comfortable bathroom floor. Blood had been thrown over the walls, as if in a stuggle, a stuggle to keep her life. She didn't die in a murder, it was suicide. The bloodiest of the kind: slit wrists.

Her parents found her after busting open the door, which had been after 3 hours since she claimed she was going to take a bath. Her mom feared she may have fell asleep and drowned. She was right about one thing: Gemini was dead. Whether she liked it or not, Gemini commited suicide with the razor blade from her shaver. The tears had poured out when she saw her "little baby" dead on the floor. Ivestigators were there immediatly. Gemini's sister, April, had noticed her lack of interests in the things she used to beg to do. She wouldn't go swimming with her friends or go to the mall anymore. April was almost sure she was depressed but she never exactly said what.

After the investigatorstook the body away, April helped her mom clean up the blood, emotions sweeping through her. She didn't cry, however her mom was devistated. It was hard not to cry, but she kept back all the pain. After the blood was clean, the room looked untouched, as if the trajedy never occured. April went back the room they had shared and locked the door, pretending to want to grieve alone. She should have been with her mom, comforting her, but she had to find out what had driven Gemini to take her own life.

The two sisters where close, really close. But April could feel her young sister slipping away, slowly but surely. April stared at her sister's bookbag, thrown onto the floor with no care. She stepped toward it, unsure what to expect. She opened the zipper, wondering if there would be some clue to her sudden death. She pulled her sister's pink and blue binder from inside and looked at it for a moment. Memories flooded within her and the previous hours of her discovery had seemed like a dream. April unzipped the binder and looked through it. She read some of the notes her friends had given her but nothing seemed weird. She put back the binder, sighing in relief. A part of her did not want to know what caused her sister so much pain. She was afriad that she might end up the same way, dead in a cold bathroom. April turned around, wondering what else could give off some clues. Then it came to her - Gemini's diary! She knew exactly where she kept it, and she knew where the key was. She shuffled to a drawer, which held Gemini's life in that little key. She popped it in the lock, took a big breath and began reading. Nothing interesting happened until she flipped to a date that was about 2 months ago. It talked about a crush, a crush she had never shared with April. This one was on a teacher, a coach in fact. April had seen him around school before and he was a bit cute. He was 24, according to Gemini and she was driving herself crazy about him. She would write love poems and little love notes and stick them in his desk. He'd read them and put them in a folder. "A folder that soon grew ten times its size with my love" Gemini had wrote.

April read some more pages and discovered that Gemini was outragous that teachers and students couldn't date, although she secretly knew that he had liked her also. She said that the world around her was in no way, shape or form, fair. She claimed that life wasn't worth living without the coach's love returned. She soon saw that he was married with 2 little girls, and claimed to have cryed a river of tears. The last passage of her diary said: "If Coach Tindol can't love me as much as I love him, then life isn't worth living. True love is hard to find and I know I've found it. I wish my family lots of luck and love in life."

April closed the diary, tears streaking her face. Her sister, more like a best friend, had killed herself over a love that could not accomplished.