I felt my eyes burn as tears struggled to not fall down my cheeks.
I explained everything to Riznu as I struggled not to cry.
I was scared she'd make fun of me
Say something
Or tell others.
She never did.
She never told a single soul.
She covered for me, she offered to give me some makeup products to cover my scars, got me bandages, disinfectant cream and always told me she was here.
I had never met someone like her
It meant a lot to me, though I'd never say it.
(So when she reads this which I know she will, there I said it)
I remember when I told her how at home I was just down in the dumbs so she'd call me to make me feel better every day.
She always found ways to make me feel happier, even making me a little mushroom dude who looks more like a weird potato.
But hell, I still love it.
I had gone over to her house twice and she always made sure I couldn't hurt myself, that I'd eat and that I was happy.
I loved her and would talk to her every day, until the night I tried to leave.
That's when everything changed.
YOU ARE READING
The Night I Tried To Leave
Non-FictionA true story about what happened to me the fifth night I attempted, and where I am today. This can be very triggering and I will add helplines so please, know when to ask for help
