10 years back, I met a friend. We never knew we could become so close. But a series of events was about to bring us closer than we had ever imagined…When I first met Jenna on the school playing field, I thought she was bonkers mad. But she thought I was mad too, so things were already off to a cracking start. We starting playing footy together every day in school and even on weekends after finding out that we lived a few houses apart. One fond memory I have of Jenna is when my mum give us £2 each and we ran to the post office to get as much sweets as we could. We came back with Dr Peppers, drumsticks, fabs, Cadbury’s and other yummy stuff. We sat at our local pub (The Sports and Social), and gobbled up all of our goods. This is one of the memories that passes through my mind almost every day. This great friendship carried on for another couple of years, until it came to a sudden standstill. My parents had broken the news that I would be moving to Australia in a matter of a month. I was just as shocked as Jenna and we both vowed to each other that we would stay in contact. We hardly did.
On the flight over to my new home, all I could think about is if she would find new friends, if she would forget me. I was petrified.
I never settled in Australia, I hardly made new friends and got bullied for various things, which obviously made me quite depressed. As a consequence of this, I had begun self-harming. A few months later, I received a message from Jenna on Facebook. I was thrilled that she had messaged me. Unfortunately, the message said otherwise. She was saying that she had gone into deep depression and had anxiety issues due to me moving away, she could not take it anymore. This was the last thing she ever said to anyone before taking her life. I will always remember her final sentence that still gives me goose bumps today, “I ask only one thing of you Charlotte, I want you to be there for my funeral. I need you there…”
I never was...
