She walks up the stairs, smiling brightly. And I wish, I really wish I can just do it back. Give her a smile anything but I can't. She tried to kill herself! And she walks into my bedroom, happy with not a care in the world. To anyone else that's what she may seem but I can tell she's not. Behind her eyes she's screaming for help. So I hug her. Against every will in my body and stand up and hug her. I want to punch her but I show her affection. She wraps her arms around me and clings onto me as if she's scared of letting go and for a second everything seems ok. I feel safe.
I'm not sure how long we we've been hugging for but I'm also not sure either of us are ready to let go. I know I'm not. It sounds ridiculous but I'm scared that if I let go then I lose her, even if she is standing right in front of me.
It's been around five minutes now so I've let go, reluctantly. And Hope still clings on, and cries into my shoulder, even though she's a foot taller than me. I want to cry. I want to cry and scream and shout. But that would be rude.
We've laid down on my bed, with Hope's head on my chest. Her breathing is steadier and her eyes are bloodshot and she's not crying anymore. We just lay in silence. Lots of thoughts go around my head. Why? Why would she be so willing to leave me? How bad must she have been feeling? How did I not notice?! As I look down, I realise Hope's gone to sleep so now I'm just going to lay here with her. Because my feelings aside right now Hope needs me, so if she wants to sleep I'm going to be here with her. I am her best friend and I know I will get her through this. I want to make sure this never happens ever again!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Heyyyy! So this is a little filler chapter to make up with the lack of posting lately, I hope to get another chapter soon. You know the drill, enjoy!!
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Non-FictionThe first time she did it was meant to be a time of happiness, Christmastime is about joy and being with your loved ones, she obviously didn't get the memo. The second time she did it I wasn't there to help her, yet she goes on as if nothing had hap...