The next morning, Louise was still asleep, she hadn't moved. She seemed so cold.
That's when I realised what she had done. At the age of 13, she had killed herself. For all people, why my best friend? My only friend. I didn't understand, she told me everything and I helped her, I managed to get her to start going to a therapist, she started eating again. She seemed as if she was getting better.
Did I push her too far? Is it my fault she's done this? What do I do? Do I call her parents? Do I call my parents? Do I call an ambulance? WHAT THE HELL DO I DO??
I rushed down stairs to find my parents in the living room, tears in my eyes; they both looked at me. I didn't say anything but turn around and ran up stairs, hearing them follow, I went into my room to show them Louise. My dad got his phoned out of his pocket and started dialling. He knew what had happened. Mum was shocked, she didn't know Louise was like me. She had no idea, and i wanted to keep it that way but it's way to late now.
An ambulance parked up outside our house, neighbours came rushing out; trying to see what had happened, if it was me again. We rushed to the hospital, me and my dad in the back of the ambulance, my mum in the car behind us. We couldn't get ahold of Louise's parents so it was just us.
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I am so sorry.
Teen Fiction❌TRIGGER WARNING❌ Do we actually get through this shit? Do we become a better person? Do we overcome our thoughts? Can we? Is that a thing anymore?