Today was a normal day. It was like any other. Or so I thought. If I would have known that today would be the day that I found her I would have never even left the house. Let me explain. Today I woke up, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and left the house. When I got to school I was greeted by my friends. We all talked for a while then parted ways and we all went to our homeroom class. After that I went to math, English, and then history. My last class was P.E. In P.E. all I did was walk around with my friends. It was boring and tiresome when school ended I talked to my friend and we said our goodbyes. I headed home. I groaned at the thought of all the homework I needed to do. I smiled when I remembered I had finished it all in class. When I arrived at my house I searched my backpack for my key. I found it. I put the key in the lock and turned the door knob. As I walked into my uncomfortably warm house, I awaited to hear Annie's voice. I didn't hear anything. I called out her name. Nothing. I assumed she was sleeping. I walked up the stairs and I cracked her door open to see if she was. My breath hitched in my throat and my heat dropped. She was in here room, but I wouldn't say she was sleeping. She had a belt around her neck. It was tied to the ceiling fan. I ran to her and I got her down. I tried to wake her up, but it didn't work. I should have realized earlier that her body was already cold. She must have done it after I left for school. I got up and I searched for my phone. I had to call my mom. I had to call 9-1-1. I couldn't find it. I was so angry. I just had to do something. I had to find my phone, I couldn't help. I couldn't do anything right. I finally broke down and I cried. I cried so hard. I loved her. She was my baby sister. I got up and went to my mom's room and I grabbed our house phone. I dialed my mom's cell phone number. No answer. I called her office phone and she picked up after the third ring. She could hear my sobs. She asked me what was wrong which made me cry harder. How could I tell her that her youngest daughter killed herself? The worry in her voice was obvious. When she asked me again I told her the news. She cried. I cried harder. She told me that she was coming home and I should call the police. I did so when she hung up. I walked into her room after I calmed down. I repeated saying her name over and over again. "Why, Annie?" and "I'm sorry, Annie." "I'm going to miss you Annie." I walked over to her dresser and saw she had made a video. I left her room. I couldn't watch it. A bunch of thoughts rushed into my head. Maybe if I was nicer to her. I could have been a better sister. I went to my room and I went into my closet. I grabbed a box and I went back into her room. I put the box on Annie's bed. "Happy early birthday. One more day and you would have been 16." That summer I went to Warped Tour and I told her story. Annie always wanted to meet so many band members. To say her name. Now, the band members, her family, her friends, and her school will always remember her. "Annie, the girl who hid. The girl who was tormented by her own mind."