Saviour

Sadness.Pain.Suffering. It was pulling me down to its depths and I was helpless. I was drowning in the darn, murky depths of it, and I was hanging on to one thin thread. I had recently gone to a new school,but no one hung out with me. I always stood lonely in the canteen while other people talked happily with their newfound friends. People betrayed me and purposely pulled me down. At first I hid the sadness well. I had always been considered a master at keeping my emotions behind closed doors well by my friends and I willed myself not to show my pain. For a few weeks it worked, but the pressure jacked up on me. I was tired,angry,sad,depressed, stuck in a maze of fear and despair. Nobody knew my pain except for my best friend who was in my old primary school could tell I was sad just by looking at me, but she couldn't do anything about it. She was in a different class. I couldn't escape,and I knew it in the depths of my heart, but I was wrong. Someone helped me back on my feet, brought that smile back on my face, brought the laughs , happiness, friendship- everything precious I had ever treasured in life back into me, in a way that I did not expect at all.

I dumped my bag on the floor and plugged in my earphones into my iPhone 4. I was tired, angry, and depressed after another day of hell in school, but I had a small smile on my face. This was the only time in the day which I actually looked forward to - the time where I could watch Youtube. YouTube was a time away from all the despair, the uncertainty, the betrayals from school. The time, where I could do what made me happy away from all negative sources, the one and only time in the day where I had a true smile on my face.

I smiled slightly as I watched Captain Sparklez, aka Jordan Maron ranting off about Advanced Coris killing him with one blow. " THAT'S NOT FAIR THAT'S SO OP" Jordan cried and I grinned large. As I continued watching, I heard Jordan say "Well, you've gotta be yourself to be happy,"

I paused the video and stared open mouthed at the screen.

Realisation dawned over me.

The next day, I went back to school, refreshed and anewed. My relatives and friends were shocked by the gradual change in my mental health. I was slowly becoming more active, more happy, with the help of Jordan. His jokes, his laugh, literally his soul just made me happy. Only because of him, have I come to treasure life more. To live. To laugh. To love.

Some people say he has the gift of making people laugh, making people smile, but to me, I think that jordan has the gift of an angel, for clearly he has healed me mentally in my heart, soul, and mind, a feat i thought was impossible last time, but now, im proven wrong. 

Jordan to me at that time was like ammo for my gun in a zombie apocalypse, air for my lungs when i was drowning, battery for my batteries when i was dying.

Jordan, if you are reading this, thank you for everything.

To those who stuck by me to te very end of this 'book", thank you, I have never been one for words but i really had to thank jordan, even if it is in the simplest of words. Today, May 26th is my birthday, and without Jordan, i dont think i would be around to write this. To those who are currently feeling depresesed, just remember - whoever who's pissing you off, making fun of you, betraying you,just remember - there's a rainbow after every storm. They can't steal your mojo. You are you yourself to command.