8. Lisa

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I went to Lisa's house later on. She was in her room listening to her favorite song, "Do or die" by Original. She had it on full blast. The only time Lisa ever played this song is when she's depressed or angry. She sat on her bed staring at the wall. She took a picture from her bedside table. It was a picture of the both of us in Barbados. "Caro, I miss you so much." She put the picture on the bedside table and started crying. "LISA, SWITCH OFF THAT HORRID SONG! YOU'VE PLAYED IT THREE BLOODY TIMES ALREADY! GIVE IT A REST!" It was Lisa's older brother Colton. "NO!!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!" Lisa shouted back. I hated seeing Lisa like this. She was never this horrid. She was always happy and peaceful.

Lisa laid down on her bed facing the ceiling. I laid next to her. Lisa and I used to just stare at her ceiling after a long day at school. There was positive affirmations on it. We would just stare for hours. Right now we were just staring at it. It seemed to calm Lisa down, because she stood up and switched off the radio. She laid back down on her bed and carried on looking at the ceiling.

Eventually Lisa fell asleep and I left. As I was walking back home, I kept having flashbacks of Lisa and I. I kept thinking of how she looked. She looked sleep deprived and looked like she'd been crying for hours. She'd lost her glow. She wasn't the funny, lovable Lisa I know. She was the depressed, low life Lisa who I didn't know.

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