Say Something

I sit at my desk, pen in my hand, blank page staring at me. I've been sitting here for two hours and nothing is coming to me. It can't be this hard. I've already done something similar in my high school English class last year. Ok, so that wasn't easy for me to do either. But shouldn't it be easier now that I've done it?

I'm trying to come up with a story idea for this writing competition. I know what topic I'm doing but it's the story line where I'm stuck. I don't have the slightest clue of a plot.

I could no longer bear to just look at the purple walls of my room. I would go crazy if I had to stay here for one more minute. I stood up from my desk and left my room, picking my cell up on the way. I went straight to the kitchen to hunt down some food.

Sadly, there was nothing edible so I texted my friend Chelsea to see if she would like to go out to lunch with me within the next thirty minutes.

I pocketed my phone and made my way to my car. I was just about to leave when I forgot that I hadn't locked the house door and my parents weren't home. I quickly exited my vehicle to complete the forgotten task before returning and heading on my way.

The screen on my phone lit up to show that I had received a text. It was from Chelsea. She told me to meet her at Déjeuner. Good thing that was exactly where I was heading. I know her so well. Déjeuner was always her go to lunch spot. I didn't need to ask her where I just needed to head straight there.

I had already ordered myself something to drink when she showed up. "Diana! It's been forever," she said dropping into the seat in front of me.

Chelsea isn't the thinnest girl but she's not overweight either. I really wish I had her long brown hair. She sports the rocker type look that I find is hard for people to pull but somehow she does it flawlessly.

"We saw each other last night doofus." I laughed at my friend and her love for being over dramatic.

"I know. But it felt like forever that I haven't seen my bestie." I only shook my head at her. "So, how are you feeling today," she asked me on a serious note.

I knew what she was getting at. She wanted to know if I was having a high day or low day. "I'm fine. Except for the fact that I don't know what to write about and the deadline is in two days." I've already told her about the competition so she knows what I'm talking about.

"I'm sure you'll find something. You always do." The waitress then returned and took our orders. I made a simple order of two chocolate chip pancakes with bacon. That automatically came with potatoes. Chelsea ordered a crepe with ham and Swiss cheese filling which came with potatoes as well. She also asked for three plain pancakes on the side. I knew from the look she quickly gave me, thinking that I didn't notice, that they were for me.

I have some body issues that I've been working on for the last few months. I don't like to eat because I'm worried about getting too fat. Chelsea has made a point of telling me that I'm thinner than she is and that I need to stop stressing and eat more. I have made a real effort but it's still really hard sometimes. I'll eat but then I have this huge urge to throw it all right back up. I will usually call Chels when that happens so that I have some kind of distraction.

"Do you know what you're doing for the math project," I asked, quickly changing the focus.

"No clue. I'll probably come up with something a week before it's due."

"You really need to work on that procrastination. That's going to get you into so much trouble later on in life." I laughed with my friend as we both knew all to well about this bad habit of hers.

Soon our food came and we began to dig in. I ate of my potatoes off first as those had always been my favorite. As I began digging into my pancakes, I heard Chels whisper shout "Scribbler Moon!" She had accidentally dripped some maple syrup onto her pants. She quickly took her napkin, dipping it in the complementary. I looked up from my friend cleaning herself up to see my ex walk into the restaurant, escorting the girl whom he cheated on me with.

It didn't really help with my body issues as I questioned what it was about me that he didn't like which caused him to look for comfort with other girls. When that happened, it pushed me to eat even less so that I would look like the perfect girl that any guy would want. The girl who he was with was perfect and I had to strive to become that or else what was the point of even trying?

"Di, relax. It's going to be okay," Chelsea stated calmly but firmly as she placed her free hand on my left hand. I noticed then that I had been subconsciously rubbing the white scars on my right wrist. I slowly took a few deep breaths in order to calm myself down. Chelsea spoke soft words of encouragement at the same time. "You're stronger than this Diana. You've already come so far. You can do this and I'll be there for you the whole way."

I thought about when Chelsea started realizing my eating habits and becoming concerned for me. When she was sure that I was having difficulty, she called me out on it. However, she didn't judge me. She only told me that she was there if ever I wanted to talk and that if I ever wanted help she was willing to go with me to get it. For the next couple of months after that moment I would tell her how I was feeling and the things that I was having difficulty with. It continued on that way until I decided that I wanted help and was comfortable enough to confide in my mom and ask her if I could see someone who could help me get over my difficulties. I've been seeing a therapist for four months now. It's still hard to talk about how I'm feeling but my therapist is very nice and patient with me. Chelsea and my folks can see some real improvement with me and keep on encouraging me everyday. I'm glad to have such positive people in my life because I wouldn't be able to get as far as I have come without them.

That's it! I knew what I was going to write about for the competition. I quickly pulled out a couple of bills before running out the restaurant and hopping into my car to get back to my boring room with purple walls. I quickly rushed in and immediately started to write. If this didn't win in a writing competition then i didn't know what would.

The main theme of my story is to say something. Whether it be someone who notices someone having a hard time or it be the person going through it. Say. Something. You never know what help you'll receive if you don't go out and ask for it.It's not going to be easy but if you slowly grow the courage, you'll see the difference it will make. Receiving help is also not easy but it is a step-by-step journey that is well worth it in the end.

Say something and no one will ever give up on you.