So there's this girl, she's basically your average teenager, but she has one too many secrets. Her name was Anne, and she was 2 months and 15 days away from being 16. Here is her story..
Problem being, Anne has profound depression. Although when Anne told one of her best friends Kimberly, she laughed. 'Your way to happy to have depression, don't lie'. But truthfully Anne was just an excellent actress, hiding depression from your parents for 2 years, gets very tricky. Especially when they find blood ALL over your sheets, and quite simply "I got my period" just doesn't cut it.
Yeah, that sweet girl who was academically smart, but bullied everyday at her primary school, and then betrayed from your "best friends" (and no I'm not talking about Kimberly) being pushed down stairs bye your "best friends", and being yelled at and abused every single day, eventually gets to you. So Anne started self harming, burning, cutting and scratching herself. She FINALLY had control over her emotions, finally as the blood flowed down her arm, those haunting memories faded.
Eventually, Anne gave up one night, she was sick of her brother and father fighting. She was sick of her mother being caught in the middle, sick of it. Anne walked out into the kitchen after her parents were asleep, opened up the cupboard above the oven. Anne's family called it the medication cupboard. She grabbed all the bottles she could find and walked into her bathroom and locked the door. She popped open the bottle lids and grabbed a few of each tablet, grabbed the vodka she "borrowed" this morning and opened it up too.
But before Anne swallowed the tablets and the bottle of vodka, she thought she better give Kimberly a proper goodbye. Anne put all the medication back into the bottles and locked the bottles and alcohol back into her cupboard. She crept back into her bedroom and laid herself in bed. But like every other night she cried herself to sleep.
The next day she woke up like any other day, had little too eat and walked up the long road to the school bus, where every morning she met Kimberly. Today was the only day since year two that Kimberly hadn't caught the bus, so Anne decided to walk to her house, knocked on the door and waited ever so silently to hear if anyone was inside. Anne heard a thud, knowing that Kimberly's parents attended work early in the morning, nobody would be home. Anne knew about the "secret" key, so she walked out into the back garden and saw that the door was open anyway, as soon as she walked into the kitchen she found a note.
Dear Anne,
I know you told me you had depression, I know how you feel. I have too.. I'm sorry this isn't a proper goodbye, but I give up, I'm gone to a better place.
I knew you would check on me, so that's why I didn't tell you.. I'm SO sorry Anne; I didn't know how to tell you.
Always and forever, I will watch over you.
Always your friend,
Always in your heart
Kimberly xx
Anne ran into Kimberly's bathroom, barged the door down and found her best friend on the floor in a pool of blood, with medication and a bottle of vodka. Who knew that best friends really knew how you felt, who knew that it was going to happen together.
Anne quickly wrote a letter to her parents and put it beside Kimberly's parent's letter. Walked into the bathroom re-locked the bathroom door and did the exact same as Kimberly, cut herself to pieces and downed a few bottles of medication with vodka.
Why? Because best friends always promise each other something, the promise just so happens to be, "I promise that if you died, I will die too" because best friends are entirely BEST FRIENDS.
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Later that evening Anne's parents arrived at Kimberly's door step, just as Kimberly's parents arrived home.
"I'm hoping Kimberly's here grace, we haven't seen her since this morning when she left for school" spat Ashley, Anne's mother.
Walking inside the family home, for some reason the four parents walked into the house happily. Because normally, when the girls couldn't be found they were secretly plotting something. Because the families where used to the happenings of Anne and Kimberly disappearing, they went to sit at the kitchen table drink a cup of coffee and eventually the girls would come out. But today they found the girl's notes, chucked on the table. Both families opened there letters, and Grace and Ashley both fell to the ground in tears. Both the fathers ran to the bathroom, that laid there two dead daughters.
