Dear Diary,
Have you ever deep down inside knowing something isn’t just right?
Well I have and it all started in my fourth period English class, looking into one of my closest friends eyes. Her face was red and puffy as if she had been holding in tears or had just finished crying. I’ve known her for almost 3 years now and her battle with depression. Once I have seen her face all I wanted to do was to freak out and know who did it. Trying to keep calm in class and not to start a whole commotion I asked my teacher if I may talk to him I private. We walked out the classroom and I asked him if my friend had gone out to the bathroom, he said yes and I knew it had been already ten minutes since she’s been gone. I was excused from class and not to return until I found her and to make sure she was all right.
Pacing down the halls, calling out her name repeatedly and nothing. All I could hear in the back of my head telling me to find her before it’s too late. I walked into one of the girls’ bathroom and all you could her was tears trying to be held in. I walk in and call her name the tone she had in her voice was so weak and so torn that it was hard for her just to say “yes”. She opened the stall and being able to see her unharmed was a sign of relief. I ran towards her and being able to feel her presence in my arms felt pretty good. In that moment I felt deep down inside if I haven’t had noticed anything wrong something bad could have happened. I don’t know if having that gut feeling is a bad or good thing but today, in my case was the best feeling in the world. If I haven’t had done anything I would not be able to see my best friend smile.
Have you ever deep down inside knowing something isn’t just right?
Well I have and it all started in my fourth period English class, looking into one of my closest friends eyes. Her face was red and puffy as if she had been holding in tears or had just finished crying. I’ve known her for almost 3 years now and her battle with depression. Once I have seen her face all I wanted to do was to freak out and know who did it. Trying to keep calm in class and not to start a whole commotion I asked my teacher if I may talk to him I private. We walked out the classroom and I asked him if my friend had gone out to the bathroom, he said yes and I knew it had been already ten minutes since she’s been gone. I was excused from class and not to return until I found her and to make sure she was all right.
Pacing down the halls, calling out her name repeatedly and nothing. All I could hear in the back of my head telling me to find her before it’s too late. I walked into one of the girls’ bathroom and all you could her was tears trying to be held in. I walk in and call her name the tone she had in her voice was so weak and so torn that it was hard for her just to say “yes”. She opened the stall and being able to see her unharmed was a sign of relief. I ran towards her and being able to feel her presence in my arms felt pretty good. In that moment I felt deep down inside if I haven’t had noticed anything wrong something bad could have happened. I don’t know if having that gut feeling is a bad or good thing but today, in my case was the best feeling in the world. If I haven’t had done anything I would not be able to see my best friend smile.