Horrible thoughts came in my mind I started to feel extremely uncomfortable. I started to feel so insecure about everything. Did I eat to much popcorn? Am I getting fat? I'm so worthless and ugly why did Andy even take me out. He probably just didn't want me to feel bad.
I stood up and started to cry Andy looked horrified so I walked away. I could see Andy running up behind me but I didn't want to talk to him I knew that he wouldn't understand. No one would ever understand me I'm so confusing.
Andy grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him and he didn't care who saw. That made me feel a bit better to know that he actually cared about me.
"Do you want to go home?" He asked staring down at me.
"No, I think I'm ok now," I said walking back towards the theatre we came from.
After the movie was over Andy started to drive me home it was 9:30 and we still had to beat Toronto traffic. He zoomed past all the other cars trying to get me home on time. By the time we got home the clock in his car had just turned to 10:00. I didn't think that we would make it on time but we did.
I walked in my apartment and I heard a noise. it was a woman's voice coming from my dad's room. I knocked on his door then walked in and sure enough there was a girl lying on the bed about a couple years younger than my dad. I turned away in disgust this was gross he wasn't dated anyone since my mom and I didn't want to see him with someone els.
I went to my room and went on Facebook and saw a friend request from Andy Ramsay I added him immediately. Soon after I added him he messaged me.
Andy: Hey
Emily: Hey what's up?
Andy: There's something wrong . . .
Emily: What?
Andy: I'm in the hospital
Emily: What I'll be right there!
Andy: Come soon they said that you could stay over night if you came before 12:00am
Emily: Ok I'll be right there I promise
I rushed to the kitchen table grabbing the keys not even asking if it was ok with my dad. I jumped in the car and hurried into down town Toronto to get to the hospital. When I finally got to the hospital I knocked on the glass door that seemed to be closed shut. I checked my phone and it was only 11:15pm so I knocked again then a nurse came and opened it for me.
She told me that Andy was on the third floor and to knock before entering his room. I walked up the stairs and finally got to the third floor. I knocked on his room quietly before entering.
"Come in," he said quietly.
I slowly walked in and almost past out at what Id seen.

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Depression.
JugendliteraturAbout a 16 year old girl named Emily who is suicidal and her journey through life. How she deals with depression and and problems she faces along the way. It was her first time switching schools because she had to move in with her dad. How are peopl...