The Truth About Her

The prologue

It's been a week since it happened. It's so weird to think that just a few days ago, everything was normal. The school was normal, the parents were normal, even I was normal.

But she wasn't. Because if everything was normal with her, she wouldn't have done what she did. She would never have put anyone through this. But I guess she was tired.

She always seemed strong. It's so scary that she broke and went through with it because she was the strongest person I knew. But was she, really? Maybe she was just pretending like the rest of us.

I should have noticed, what sort of bestfriend am I? How could I have missed her red puffy eyes on the last few days? And her eye bags, they were so prominent. She didn't even bother hiding them. She just didn't care.

And I let it happen. I let her break, I watched her break a little more everyday, and I did nothing. In fact, I might have helped push her in that direction.

Guilt.

I've been feeling no other emotion for the past week. From the moment I heard about her passing. I wonder how everything went so wrong so fast.

I saw it happening, but she always knew how to handle situations. She never misspoke or lashed out. She almost looked like she was expecting it to happen.

Those were the signs. Signs that I should have paid attention to. Signs that she needed help. But everyone was under the impression that she was the strongest, so nobody helped her. Not even me.

Nobody thought someone as independent as her would ever need help. And now this is something I have to live with, for the rest of my life. I let my bestfriend die right before my eyes. And I did nothing.

I failed to see through the facade. I failed at being a bestfriend and I failed at saving a life.

But how do you save a life? Does anybody know?

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Authors Note

Hello guys, like I said before I had a brilliant idea for a book and immediately started working on it. So here it is and I really hope you like it. It still has to be edited so please excuse the few errors until the book is completed. I've worked hard on this and am extremely passionate about it.

Your feedback is essential to me. I would love to know what you think about my story in the comments, my board or you could even send me a message.

Writing a book is a journey, and our journey has just begun. I hope you stay for the end.