I , Claire Evans, a former high school graduate, was walking home from work when I get a call from my mom.
"Hello?" I say .
"Honey...its uncle tanner...he's...dead." She said sniffling through every word.
"Oh my god , I'm walking home from work now, I will be there any minute ." I say, I was so close with my uncle tanner .
I had never been closer with anyone in my life.
I then break down, not knowing what else to do or feel in the moment . I didn't know what to do with myself right now , I needed someone to help me through grief .
I then call the only person who would understand , the only person who did understand .
Jack Edward Johnson , my best friend .
I then take my phone out once again and dial his number in .
One ring...two rings...
"Hello?" He says .
"Hey." I say, my voice still shaky from crying .
"Listen, be for I ask the question:are you okay ? I already know you aren't okay so just tell me what's wrong ." He says , he knew me too well .
"Now, are you okay?" He asked .
"My uncle tanner died today, and you know how close I've been with him all my life . I just don't really know what to do with myself right now and-" I sobbed until I was cut off.
"Claire,calm down, just breathe. Everything is going to alright . I'm coming over at 10 ." He said, trying his best to calm my crying .
Without another word said, he hung up the phone .
I then walked home , I walk inside to see my dad comforting my mom , who was sobbing uncontrollably on the couch .
I could bare to watch , so I just ran upstairs and closed my bedroom door. I slide down on the floor, my back up against the wooden door. Tears sliding down my flushed cheeks , I thought I was loosing myself . It wasn't a new thing to me , back in high school I suffered from depression , I was flat out suicidal .
But thanks to jack , I over came it all , most of it anyways . I believe that depression is like a tattoo, it may fade, but it will never leave you .
And it may hurt terribly , but the pain is numbed eventually .
My depression was my tattoo , and Jack was my numbness .
It was 9:45 currently , I grabbed my journal .
I then wrote : 9:45 , the last time I thought about suicide . I had to keep a journal of my thoughts and feelings for therapy .
I then splash my face with water from my bathroom sink , trying to make myself feel better , failing .
I wish jack would get here , if he doesn't I might be dead by the time he is .
