Recovery

I remember there once was this girl who sat in front of Spanish class, We were in middle school and I use to stare at her from the back of the room. She was always smiling, laughing, and talking. She was so alive, full of love and light. Then one day... It was the end of eighth grade she was late to Spanish class. She wasn't smiling like she usually did, she didn't laugh like she would all the other times, In fact she stopped talking. Her eyes didn't have the same sparkle and she wore long sleeves to hide dark secretes. She was scared of being judged. Soon, she decided to just stop coming to school and that day she uploaded a video. She said she didn't understand why people were so mean, why they called her names. She said she hated herself that she was done lying, in the emergency room was the girl who sat in front of my Spanish class, so happy and full of life was now dying choosing weather to live or die...