Tragedy

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Mental health destruction can lead to many consequences.

I entered the cold office. There was a long table with one chair behind the table which was a huge black spinning office chair. There were two more chairs which maybe the guest chairs. There's also a couch and a little table full of biscuits and food. Headmistress sat down in her huge chair and told me to sit in one of the guest chairs.

"Estella, you maybe wondering why I brought you here." She said softly peering at me from her glasses. She's finally saying my given name and not my surname.

"Yes mam." I quietly responded.

"Well, I have some unfortunate news for you." She looked devastated. What news? Did my parents die in a car crash? Is Elliot, ok? Is this something about Charmaine and her parents? Did her plane crash? I was scared. My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it wanting to escape free from my body. I couldn't breathe.

"Your best friend, Charmaine Alphelion." She paused.

Is she dead? How is she dead? No! She's not dead. What if she got a scholarship and is moving away? What if she decided to move schools? I looked at Headmistress. She looked back at me in the eyes. Her green eyes were watery.

"She was found dead in her room." She let out.

I stared at her. I didn't no what to do, is this a prank? No, she can't be. I spent a lot of time with her in the weekend. No!

"No! That's not true!" I yelled at her. I was being disrespectful but I didn't care.

"I am sorry dear, Mr. and Mrs. Alphelion just told us this morning." She said quietly.

Before I knew it, tears dropped from eyes. I got up and ran out of the office. I saw Headmistress trying to follow me but I didn't care. I ran and ran. I saw stairs from people looking at me like I am a maniac. I ran and locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls. I started to cry and cry. I tried to cry as quietly as possible because some people might hear me. I sobbed on the toilet seat. I didn't care whatever class I am missing I thought of the memories Charmaine and I went through together.
Charmaine and I were at a playground. We were about 6 at the time. We took turns pushing each other on the swing. I felt the soft breeze of the cold air when Charmaine pushed me. I jumped off the swing and landed in the cold snow. We laughed so hard and started to throw snowballs at each other.

We were in my room having a sleepover when we were about 10. Charmaine and I brought a lot of snacks from my kitchen including jelly beans, chips, soda and popcorn. We jumped on my bed and had a Harry Potter marathon together. We both were huddled in a blanket together munching on snacks and laughing at funny scenes.

We were in Year1 when we both won the talent show. We made a puppet show about how we met each other. We made puppets from socks and added eyes on it. We created a stage using a cardboard box and painted it red. We create pretty good dialogue for a first year. We each won a chocolate bar and a rainbow pencil. It was one of our favourite accomplishments.

We were in Year 4. We were in the playground again building sandcastles. We made the highest sand mountain ever! We probably broke the world record! We were young and naive. There was nothing that bothered us, perhaps Charmaine's parents were hard on her still.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Estella, it's us, Maya and Maxine, open up please." I opened and there stood Maya and Maxine with a bright red face. They looked like they have been crying too. I stared at them.

"Come on Estella, you have been in there for almost an hour. We understand that you are sad but you have to come out." Maxine said.

"No! You don't understand, you're not even close to her, you don't understand!" I screamed and slammed the door shut in their faces.

I heard them walk back out. I stayed in there and cried. I don't know what to do with my life any more. I am too upset. Charmaine have been with me for 10 years. I don't know what to do without her. She helped me with everything and without her, I'll be all by myself.

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