I had to watch the unimaginable.
I had watch my friend break down in front of me, and do my best to convince them not to leave this world.
I saved a life.
But just cause it happens once. Does not mean it won't happen again.
My brain told me, that I could not go back to how I was, and I had to stop helping someone to save myself. That may have broke me more, and I had to contain not only my thoughts, but theirs as well.
I did what every mother tells their child to do when they're in trouble.
Tell a teacher.
Funny eh? You wouldn't think a year 11 would need to go to a teacher? Thank god I did though.
I told them my friend needed help, and I cried. I cried strong as my other friend told the teacher what was happening with our troubled friend.
She listened and helped us both, I may have cried in front of all my peers for 3 hours, but it was okay.
If you have something kept in, please let it out.
-Molly out xxx
(Also funny story. I was crying heavily in media cause of this, and my friend hugged me then the substitute I had for that lesson came over and told my friend to go back to their chair, like m8 I am here just sobbing heavily, maybe I need a hug bro)
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Confessions of a Aromantic
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