Her Story #2

23|She Felt Envious [11D]

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The rumours spread fast, and soon enough everyone knew about Deborah.

It was unnerving.

Amy was used to eyes following her whenever she walked down the hallway in school, but this time as they stared, it felt different and she knew why.

The suicidal girl's bestfriend.

She embraced her title silently, but she didn't let it or their whispers push her to the edge.

She didn't see the point in fighting because there was none.

People are people, and people are gonna talk.

It was after school, Amy decided to visit Deborah and sent a text to Clayton telling him just in case.

When she stepped into the room she felt a pang in her chest. The sight of Deborah broke her.

Needles and machines injected into her arms, even an oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose.

Her once rosy cheeks were now white as paper and her lids where closed, unblinking.

Her chest barely moved, but if you looked well enough you would noticed the slight rise and fall.

The room was dead silent, the sound of the heart monitor killing it the best it could.

Amy walked to the side of the hospital bed and grabbed Deborah's hand carefully.

Seeing someone like this put the thought of her health into her mind.

Would she end up like this?

Amy couldn't stop herself from bursting into tears, silent sobs escaping her lips as she watched her best friend fight for her life.

They are both fighters.

She wasn't just crying for Deborah, she was scared too, she was scared of ending up like this.

Even though it's her fate.

She couldn't bare the thought of being bound to a bed for the rest of her life.

Amy sniffed, finally letting out all her tears, she got a tissue from her small bag and wiped away her tears.

Nothing ever felt more real than this moment, life is not a joke.

It's worth fighting for, Amy couldn't help a feeling of disappointment at what her best friend did.

Killing herself? Really?

Some people don't just value how special life is until they're seconds away from loosing it.

There's a solution for everything.

If Deborah was hurting, keeping silent about it and thinking no one will understand would get her nowhere.

And yet she wondered why she felt alone?

She didn't want to judge, she was just sharing her opinion from one dying soul to another.

Now that Amy is in this state of no escape; cancer, she envied the life Deborah had ahead of her.

Still, Deborah wanted to throw it all away for a boy that isn't worth it.

No offence Dustin.

Loosing everything she had and will ever accomplish because of a high school crush?

It sounded absurd.

But, being a teenager is hard.

You make stupid decisions,

You pay for your stupid decisions,

You learn.

That's all part of growing up.

Amy felt sad she would never get the chance to grow up.

She wanted to speak, Amy wanted to open her mouth and say something to kill the quiet... anything.

But she was at loss for words.

There was nothing to say, and even if there was, there's no one to listen.

Amy grabbed her bag and left the room, not bothering to say goodbye.

She felt envious.