She didnt remember when she was born but she remembered running out of her room to her mom.
"Mommy daddy!"She lived with both of her parents and it was her dad's parents house so it was her, her dad, her mom, her brother, her ganny, and jer papaw.
As time passes she soon went to kindergarten. Her brother was in 3rd grade. Her only friend was her cousin so every time class was over for lunch or the playground she always went looking for her. I don't remember when she said but she said her depression started when it was her brothers birthday. Her brother invited her to go to a small hill to ride his bike down. They were living in a trailer at this point. It was her, her brother, and his friend, and his friends 2 sisters I think is what she said. After they got there her brother and his friend said they would ride down and come back to take turns between her and the other 2 girls wich she knew very well. After they rode down it had been about 10 or less minuts of sitting there I'm guessing. She finally said,
"Guys I don't think there comming back so I'm going back home now."
She started walking back but after walking for about 3 minuts she saw her brother and her parents walking towards the hill. She ran over smiling when her mom or dad graves her yelling at her for going to the hill. She tried to explain,
"But brother said that after her rode down that I would but he didn't come back!"
She didn't thing they heard her because they kept cutting in with yells while she was explaining. But her brother heard her. He replied with,
"I tolled you to follow me back i never said that you lier."
After getting back she went to her room just wanting to sleep after crying all the way home. After almost falling asleep her mother came in angry.
"Way the hell arn't you out there were going to sing happy birthday to your brother." She was feeling tired so she replied with,
"I don't feel like it so go ahead."
Of course it sounded like she was mad but she was just tired. Her mother got more angery yelling in a whisper telling her to get out there ending up having to drag her crying daughter out.
After singing happy birthday in a very small whisper, maybe not even talking she sat on the couch knowing if she went in her room her mom would just get more mad dragging her out again.
Every sence then they haven't been on good terms with eatchother her and her brother. Or her family all together.In 2nd grade she liked a kid. She tolled me she thought he may have been mixed but that didn't matter because he was kinda like the lid everyone wanted to be with even at there young age.
She was decent friends with him. Until a girl showed up. She was pritty and my friend being nice wanted to be friends with her.
She tryed talking to her but it seemed to work but soon got bullied by her without realizing it.
She said things like getting her cousin to stop being friends. Keeping in mind she was her ONLY friend. Even though it wasn't that big of a deal but my friend was 8 at the time and you don't say things like that to an 8 year old that is very sensitive.
Over time in 3rd grade she started to realize the bully was right. She was her only friends right had girl. And her cousin became one of the popular girls kinda. She realized this comming into school from the play ground. After seeing her cousin practicing cheer leading with her bully and others. While she just watched she soon walked up to her.
"Hey can we go play please I'm bord?"
"No but if you want you can join the cheering with us?"
"Really how!?"
"Just ask her!"
It was her bully she had to ask. So she just went quiet saying,
"Actually I'm fine thanks I'm going to play with someone else."She broke down after realizing everything. The teacher asked her what was wrong with her reply of
"My friend dosnt like me anymore."
The teacher thought she was making a big deal out of it sending her to the back if the line probably annoyed with her crying.Authors note:
Hey nobody! I'm just venting about my friend that I miss dearly.
Please don't judge what I wright because I'm not exactly stable at the moment (I just wanted to put in that I stopped wright at "stable at" and started thinking about things again ending up crying, And had to go to the bathroom to wash off my face.) So please support me I really just need to talk about things I guess and get things off my chest.
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sheila ray cam (vent)
Non-Fictionthis is a vent of someone I once knew and has passed away. warning self harm talks of depression talks of suicide