Yesterday Was Beautiful

About a week into my summer holidays, I decided to stop sitting around doing nothing, and started going through the files on my laptop in the hopes of coming across something amusing from my MySpace past. We've all got one. I found a folder with some old photos, old chat logs and school assignments I never bothered re-reading. I found a folder with a number of attempted short stories, and I smiled to myself as I prepared to go through them to see if any of them were worth finishing.
I wish I hadn't.
I found an MS Word document file named 'unpublished', and for some reason that sounded odd to me so I opened it up. I read through it a couple of times and remembered it was the first creepypasta I ever wrote, that I had been meaning to post on this site but apparently didn't. Despite it being purely fictional, the things I wrote scared me a little. Nevertheless, I fixed it up, published it here and thought nothing more of it. The reason I'm telling you all this is because publishing that story changed my life, in the worst possible way. Initially I deleted it but I'm putting it back up here because it could happen to you.
I felt bad for publishing it but I was bored, and my other stories seemed to get good feedback. A few days had passed since this went up on this site, and life was pretty normal. It was after the 6th day that the police showed up at our door, saying there was an accident and my mum was dead. I had forgotten about my story completely, and the news pushed everything else to the back of my mind. She was driving home from work when her car collided with a drunk driver. She was pronounced dead at the scene. Cause of death? Broken neck. Me, my dad and my sister were shaken up. My sister and I took a few days off school, and my dad took a few days off work. When he started work again, he'd come home late. I could smell the alcohol on him, but I took it as his way of coping. 6 weeks after mum died, police showed up at our door again. I refused to believe it. He had gotten into a drunken fight that night, and was found face down in an alley. Cause of death? He was stabbed in the back.
My mum's sister, who lived about an hour away, drove down and picked me and my sister up. We were to live with her, and I was okay with that. I didn't want to be alone, and I don't think my sister did either. I think the shock of what had happened kept me from breaking down, and it felt like life was almost returning to normal. My sister made new friends at the new school she went to, and I had my own new set of friends to hang out with. I managed to get decent grades, started learning how to play the guitar. Anything to keep my mind off what happened to my parents.
6 months after dad died, I was talking to a friend about what had happened. I was with her, just down the street from my aunt's house when I saw two police officers walk up to my aunt's door. I expected the worse, and I started panicking as I thought about where my sister was. Fuck, I thought. She was at a friend's birthday party. Fuck fuck fuck. I left my friend and ran up to the house. My aunt's face was pale, and there were tears streaming down her cheeks.
My sister fell into the pool at her friend's house, and drowned before anyone could get to her.
I still live with my aunt, but we don't talk much. I just turned 21, and I'm planning on moving out soon. I think she blames me for what happened. She must be wondering why I'm still alive when the rest of my family died. I just hope she doesn't read this.
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