She knew me but I couldn't remember any day she talked about. There were countless days I actually couldn't remember. There were reasons for that. There were days which I willed myself to forget. Days that made me so pained, I had to delete them from my memory. Now in order to remember about her I would have to dig up that painful memory.
I laid back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. I couldn't decide if I would want to bring up anyone of them, all I did was push the whole thought away.
I waited until it was Monday until I would make my decision because I needed baseball to help me escape from my own thoughts. On my arrival at school, there were missing posters of Layla for everyone to see. People barely paid any attention to it as they continued to gist about their weekend experiences and happenings. After everything I had seen and all the new things I found out about the kids that I went to school with, I could no longer look at them the same way as before. I was about to start seeing the world as black and white but something inside me held me back from doing that.
No one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes but mistakes are not meant to be made on purpose. What they did to Layla was unforgivable and I just could not dismiss the thoughts. But that did not mean that everyone was bad. Though there were bad people, there were also good people. The world is not black and white, it is shades of grey.
Jaime was the one who helped me gather my thoughts during school hours because my thoughts were all over the place. It was finally time for baseball practice and I could not be happier because baseball always helped me clear my head to make any decision. I was already in my uniform when our coach called me to discuss certain plays. He also used that moment to gather up the other players to talk to us. He talked to us about how we could not afford to let our personal lives affect our game out on the field. We dispersed onto the field and played the best practice of our lives because we gave our undivided attention to the sport. Because I pushed my thoughts away.
After my normal routine in the locker room, I wore my clothes and sat down to think of my next step to take.
"Okay enough of this man." I looked up to see Jaime and the some of the members on my team looking down at me.
"Ever since you heard about that girl Layla you have been in your head a lot and disoriented." One of them -Harry- said. "Jaime told us a bit about her. I just want you to know the you're not alone. And we are not like the others who bullied her either. We are your friends are we will always be her to support you in any way. So please don't carry this burden your shoulders alone. Carry it with us. Tell us what's on your mind and everything will be better. We just want you to know that we are here for you. Memories are really important so we would never ask you to forget about her just so that you'll work better with us, we are here to tell you to work with us to help you okay? If you need time we'll give you time but please don't shut us out."
"Thank you all so much. I'm really sorry, I never realized that I pushed you guys away I'll try as much as possible not to put you all in a position where this happens again."
They patted my back and I realized what I had to do. Memories are important so I couldn't just shut them all away because I was too scared to let them resurface. I had to man up and deal with my problems. And now I am reassured that I am not alone. I have friends that will stand by me and will help me with whatever I am going through.
It is not everyone that are like those kids in the videos. They are still good people in the world who care about others. Learning about this made me feel better about things.
I knew what I was going to do now. I'll have to remember all the memories I have kept hidden all these times. It wouldn't be easy but I'll have to do it. For Layla.
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