I JUST FOUND MY BROTHER DEAD

Hey, it's Lila! I'm back :) But I wish I was happy. Ok, so I have a twin brother named Tim. He just moved to San Francisco last month and I was travelling up to visit him. He has a lot of 'issues', like he gets depressed alot, and hes a bipolar schizophrenic. I wanted to go check on him because this is the first time he's EVER been on his own. He also is into a LOT of drugs, mostly cocaine. So I got to San Francisco, and I went up to his apartment and started knocking at the door. Nobody answered so I started to get worried and luckily I had a key to get inside. He didn't seem to be anywhere so I went into his bedroom, where he had closed the door. What I saw literally made me scream bloody murder and three of his neighbors came in. Tim was dead. Apparently the forensic people said that he had been EXTREMELY high on cocaine and he didn't know what he was thinking and he was really depressed so he cut his wrists and his throat. He was just laying on his bed. But the worst part was that he was surrounded by pictures of our family. I actually passed out when they were taking him out, but it was the most horrific thing I've ever experienced.
Now, this is not the first time I've had to go through this. Put it this way, my parents had six children and four of them are already dead. My sister, Lindsay, is the oldest, and then me and Tim came after that. I had a sister named Katie who died when she was 13 in September 2010. She had leukemia. Then my parents had two other twin boys named Danny and Lucas and they died in 2009 in a car crash when they were 16.
In loving memory of Timothy David, age 20, Katelyn Rose, age 13, Daniel Matthew, age 16, and Lucas Ryan, age 16. We miss you guys.