It was so overwhelming. Everyone knew about it they had huge signs you could write on that said, "RIP ADAM." I swear every single person looked at me that day. People came up to me to ask what had happened my only response was, "he's dead.." Even people were giving him shit while he is dead. Writing negative things about him, saying he didn't do much, and that he didn't have friends. It all just tore me down more and more. In my 7th period class everyone just stayed quiet as the teacher talked about death and hardships, but little did he know I was on the verge of flipping out and screaming. Then he said the worst thing I've heard all day, "Everyone dies there's no need to get worked up about it. Just continue your life." At that moment I had lost my cool and had said, "He didn't just die, he was hit by a car because the lady was on her phone. He wasn't even in the road. He was standing on the side not even 5 feet from the white line when she swerved and hit Adam. If you were his Bestfriend you would know how it felt to lose your other half." Everyone looked at me and was as quiet. The teacher said, "I'm sorry about what I said." "It's okay, and I'm sorry I sprung out." (Even though I wasn't.) Rachel was in that class as well and looked at me and smiled.
I never knew what depression was and felt like until the tragedy. I had missed him so much that my body ached with every breathe I took. I cried nonstop for weeks maybe even months. I then found my self every night looking at sad and depressing things but it felt normal and not weird. One day, it was cloudy and my depression felt heavy on me. I got home and laid in bed and cried and cried. Then the voices were telling me things I knew that were bad but maybe it would help. The voices controlled my every move I felt stuck in room with no doors no windows, just me and the voices. I then realized I had a blade in my hand and cuts in my arm they weren't deep but stung. After I stopped crying and looked down I noticed I had destroyed my beautiful arm and body. It upset me so much knowing what I did and how capable the voices were to do something. I shed one more tear and said, "shit."
