What to do when someone dies

©Sirius_Padfoot_Black

All names have been changed due to private reasons.

WARNING: May contain triggers. Very depressing. Read with caution.

∞What to do when someone dies∞

Maisha.

How do I begin to describe her.

She was, everything you want to be. Strong, smart, caring and funny. An absolutely delightful person who you would love to have in your presence. Her positive, downright funny attitude and beautiful smile would make your day in an instance, though not everyone would admit that.

Everyone liked her. You either loved or didn’t know her. She was such a likeable person, she never did a thing wrong, I thought.

I was wrong.

I knew the Anorexia had been in the picture for a while, but I never knew how out of control everything got. I knew about the sessions at the clinic, not about the fights. I knew about the negativity, not about the self-hate she had.

I thought everything changed for the better. After a long break, she was allowed to go back to school. Gradually, starting from just 2 lessons a day, she came to class more often, until she was back full time.

I still noticed her pale, fat-missing figure, but I saw that there was a change. Her cheeks got colour, her bony figure grew curvier and light fat was forming around her frame once again.

Everything went great, we really thought she was getting better. She ate more, her spirit lifted and her jokes became more awful by the day, but that’s why we love her.

Everything was all good.

Not.

It all happened so quickly. The one moment I sat in science class, the next I was comforting mine and Maisha’s best friend.

I hadn’t seen Brennan and Sola in school, but I heard their parent we’re on school grounds. I was worried, but didn’t think as much behind it as I should. Later on, a few of my friends got called out of class, and I began to worry. All of my best friends were gone, and I didn’t know where to find them.

In science class, I knew where they had gone. It all started with the year coordinator stepping through the doors, her face pale. She asked for our attention, and we listened.

Maisha had tried to kill herself.

She landed herself in the hospital, fallen into a coma. My heart broke at the words that were spoken. She wouldn’t do this, I know she wouldn’t!

Denial.

Denial was the first stage. I didn’t believe she tried to commit suicide. I turned to my classmates, all just as shocked as I was. Tears couldn’t form in my eyes, the lump in my throat barely there. I felt nothing, only disbelief.

It’s not real.

I kept telling myself. Not real. Not real. Not real, but deep down, I knew it was real.

The next thing I know I find myself asking where Sola is. As soon as I was told where, some of my classmates and me went over to them, and as soon as I opened the doors, I felt nothing but sadness finding my best friend heartbroken, sitting on a chair sipping at some tea which had already turned lukewarm.

I looked around, the room filled with mine, but also her friends, seven people I know I care about deeply. Hugging each one of them, my own feeling came out as I silently cried, keeping my tears in, being strong for all others.