Help Me Help Her

How It All Started

How It All Started

Well, on April 29, 1999 Blair's Mother Katherine went into labor. They took her to the hospital and within a few hours baby Blair was born..........................

Oh my, I'm just joking. It all started one day during Physical Education. She told me her story, I told her mine and we became best friends forever......................................

Ok so technically that is how it all started, but no. I'm talking about why I started this book.

So Frankly it goes like this. It was three days ago, which was a Friday and school was out. Yay! I was at an after school program for teens and recently been getting help on some homework.

She called me, she never calls me unless she wants to talk seriously. You would think that we should talk in person..... you can blame distance. Not much distance, but enough to not be able to talk in person whenever possible.

She called me, told me she was going to come out to her dad. Come out to what. Come out from hiding. From what. From her sexuality. That's right, my best friend is bisexual. And I couldn't be more proud of her.

But not everyone thinks like that. Including her father. At first everything was fine. Sort of. She told me she would call me back when she had finished speaking over the phone. I was on edge.

I thought she would tell him personally, face to face. So when she called back and I answered. I couldn't hear her. I tried calling back and it wouldn't work.

I was panicking. I thought something terrible had happened. I jumped to some crazy conclusions. Had he started to hit her, was she trying to get me to help her, should I call the police, you know the usual.

And well she finally called me back. I nearly dropped my phone trying to answer it. I ran outside and I started shouting.

"Audrey are you okay.... Audrey.... Audrey!" She answered a few seconds later

"I told him... And he started to yell at me" my heart broke; I could hear her trying to keep in her tears and well I still didn't know she had told him over the phone yet

I heard a voice in the background, I recognized it as one of her and I guess my friends: Nathan.

I heard him talking in the background and it was like my body physically relaxed. It kind of just deflated and I said "Oh thank god Nathan is with you. Are you okay?"

She started laughing...... LAUGHING. She actually thought she was funny freaking me out like that and nearly giving me a heart attack. How could she find the situation funny. I mean, whenever she got emotional, she cried not laughed. And now she was laughing like a maniac into the phone. I was starting to wonder if she needed to go to a mental hospital.

"Gosh you should have heard yourself you were like in full panic mode!" She said after calming down a bit

I could literally feel my face go into one of those exaggerated cartoon faces on the TV shows.

"Audrey, what really happened?" I asked her, finally before jumping to more 'hilarious' conclusions. She took a deep breath

"I told him and he laughed. After a while he asked me if I was really serious and I told him yes. He said it was fine." and I breathed out in relief and that was the end of the conversation.

Until she called again, a few hours later, and told me that her father had called her again. Said that he had asked her if she was serious about being bisexual. She said that she was and he started yelling at her, for real this time " I remember her starting to cry right about now.

I remember being silent. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SAY? I don't know what to say not now, not then, I probably never will. I don't know what it's like. I didn't know what to say, or do for that matter.

She told me that she was done with him. That she would stay away from him until he accepted her. Because she was done with him and his thoughtless shouting.

We talked that night, about so much. She put on this high pedestal about being her savior and making everyone want to be the best they can be. She put me so high above her.

I would normally be okay with that, but the thing was, is that one small sentence could send her on edge. Over the cliff. I have to be careful with everything I do. Because how would you feel knowing that just one action could send the person you care about into cutting, and smoking, and more.

What she doesn't seem to realize, or anyone in depression for that matter, is that one cut starts an addiction. The addiction of physical pain that takes away the emotional pain, even if its just for a while.

They don't seem to realize that one decision will lead you down two paths, neither which are good. One, were you cut to deep, open an artery and are taken to the hospital and then an asylum for a suicide attempt.

The next would be were cutting leads to other addictions like smoking and drugs and tattoos and drinking. Two of four which she has already done. At least from what I know. Smoking and tattoo. I was very disappointed to hear that she had done both of those activities.

By the way, that song up there, that is the one thing that should never happen, to anyone. Everyone is a fighter born in the right place at the right time for a reason.

Anyway, that's how it all started. Thank you for helping me help her, Kacey.

(I hit 996 words with this isn't that awsome, yeah I know right)