Dad doesn't look so good but then again, neither do I. I don't really think you can blame us considering my little sister Lucy is dead and all.

She overdosed you know. She left me a note and everything. It's never a good time to hear your little sister is dead, especially from an overdose with a note to you about it. When I heard about it, I found out my wife had aborted our child without telling me and our dog Otis had runaway.

Oh, and Sally caught me snogging with our neighbor too.

I know this is cliché but I really should have seen the signs. She was always calling me, asking for my help with that and that. I hate to say it, but not once did I return any of the calls. She even called me that morning too.

I still have that tape too. It's hidden under my pillow.

Speaking of death, I cancelled production of my movie. It just wouldn't have worked out; with Sally screaming she should be the lead and everyone thinking the heroine is based on this woman or that when its supposed to be every woman I've ever loved, and of course, the death of my sister.

Honestly, how many bloody times do I have to say it's a novel before it sinks in!?

Oh God, what a great big brother I turned out to be. I ignore my little sister and simply dedicate all my books to her. Sally was right; I am a selfish bastard. Even at her funeral, all I can think about are my own problems.

Oh shit, I told myself that I had cried enough at the house and the plane ride here. So why am I starting to tear up again? Shit, I don't want her to see me like this. I need to get out of here now.

Excuse me.