Depression

I didn’t understand why her. Why did god choose her? I am never going to forget that day. It happened on a Sunday morning. I answered a call. It was my sister crying and yelling. “I need help! I need help! My boyfriend shot me and he left me here. Please call 911. Tell my mom to pick me up. I don’t want to die.” Every minute that passed was terrible. We didn’t know what to do. My mom said, “Be patient, we are coming for you. We are trying to go faster; try to breathe.” She was thinking that the ambulance was never going to get there. She felt that she was dying. She could not imagine what was going to happen.

On March 18th, my sister’s ex-boyfriend invited my sister Erika, her husband Rene, my dad, and my mom to the casino. They were going there when my sister had to use the bathroom so badly. My sister’s ex-boyfriend told my mom that they could go to his house so she could use the bathroom quickly because his house was close. Then, they wouldn’t have to go all the way back to my house. They went there and my sister told us that the house had a lot of guns and a lot of drugs in it. It didn’t have anything else in the house; no couch, no nothing.

They took her to UMC Hospital and she was in a coma for 10 days. Then she woke up, and she was totally scared. The police gave my sister a different name because they told us that she needed to do that in case he came back for her. She was not good. She knew that what had happened to her was like being born again. She couldn’t talk; she only could think about what had happened.

She was in the hospital about four months. She had two surgeries and was in bad shape. They told us that she was going to die and that if she lived, she was not going to walk ever again. Everybody was wondering how? Why did this have to happen to her?

We all knew she was going to have a lot of depression. She would feel depressed about a lot of things and medical problems. She would be depressed because she would not be able to walk and she would have to go to rehab three days a week.

Sometimes she has good days and sometimes bad days. There are some days she is so bad, she is always mad and sometimes she is crying. She didn’t understand why her; “Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong?” Sometimes, no one understands her; people want to talk to her. Every time she is like in another world; when you call her she doesn’t answer. She doesn’t want to speak to anybody. I cry with her sometimes and she asks me why she is in a wheelchair.

The time has passed and she has days that she feels that she is bothering us in our life because my mom had to take care of her and she couldn’t work any more. My dad is supporting all 7 of us in the house. My mom tells her that she is not bothering us, that she is part of our family and she doesn’t have to worry about anything. She is always going to be normal like everybody. She can’t do a lot of things, but she is doing her best. My mom tells her that she needs to go out and live her life more easily and normal like everybody. They’re some people that do many things and they are like her. I think that she has to do many things and help us like we help her too.

The accident affects me a lot because she is my sister and I love her a lot. Sometimes we fight and we have problems, but we resolve them. I think that she has to have my help in everything because she helps me a lot too. She is like my best friend. When I have problems, I talk to her and she tells me what is good and what is not. I don’t want her to feel bad. I want her to be happy always, like she was before all this happened. She needs me and I need her. I don’t know what to do without her.