The Pretty and The Depressed

I stood there trying to decide which shirt to try on when I heard my phone ring.

"Mel, why aren't you here", I said.

"I can't come", she said.

"Why not, is your mom stopping you", I said while laughing.

"No. I'm fine. She's fine. We're good. Umm. I gotta go", she said.

Then she hung up.

Whatever.

"Sam was that Melanie" Charlotte said.

Ever third Saturday Charlotte, Melanie and I went shopping. This was the third time she'd ditched out.

"She's not coming", I said. As I looked through some on discount skirts.

None of us had a whole lot of money.

Me Charlotte and Mel had met at the beginning of high school. Instantly we has become friends.

"Of course not", she said.

Between the three of us Charlotte was the smart one, I was the fashion one and Mel was the music one although we all played in band.

As we countinued to look through I felt kind of sick.

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I felt like I was walking through a tunnel. It was like I couldn't control it. But I wanted it so badly. I wanted it so badly.

I looked at the pills, it was like tunnel vision. I felt so sick but so sure. So I swallowed.

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About an hour later I had decided on a skirt and a shirt. Charlotte had chosen a nice pair of pants and a shirt.

I was just about to go pay when Dilton rushed in.

"What are you doing here", he yelled.

"Whoa Dil calm down, what's wrong", I said.

"Mel's in the hospital", he said.

"What", I said.

Dilton, Charlotte and I went to the hospital and arrived at the same as Her parents did.

"What happened", I said.

Her parents looked sick.

"She tried to kill her self", her dad said.

I couldn't breathe. Killed herself. No. That's not Mel.

"It can't be", I whispered

I sat there and waited for my turn. Her parents, then Dilton and then finally it was my turn.

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Once Sam walked in it was like the veil was set back down. I couldn't breathe. There were tears streaked down her face with clouds of makeup around her eyes.

"Oh Melanie! Who could you do this!", she cried.

I said nothing. Just letting her go on.

"Why would you never tell me. I'm your best friend. I just can't believe this", she continued.

Then she cried fora bit longer. I just sat there and watched.

"Why won't you say anything". She yelled at me.

The pain streaked through.

"Leave", I whispered.

And she looked hurt. But the she complied.

And left.