Hey says my friend kelsie as she slides into the booth with the rest of us. hey we reply. ok says amber time to start! (in case your wondering this is my group my friends my club. every saturday we get together at this ice cream place and talk about whatever. it normally ends up with us gossiping about people, and yesterday the topic changed to to something quite interesting…) okay so guess what i learned about maredith welsh said cassy (the leader,somehow dont ask me how probably a miracle, i am friends with what society calls “the populars” they know EVERYTHING about everything at school)what? we all say at the same time. well, i foubd out that ever since 6th grade meredith has been cutting her wrists. she said with such a look of disgust, they all had the same look. all but me who was suddenly very happy that i had worn my jacket. ewww thats soo gross how can someone do that if they want to die why dont they god obviously doesnt want them on earth! stated reilee (reilee is like a total christian i have nothing against them its just reilee…well shes kinda a hypocrate she says shes a christian but shes so mean she could be the devils daughter)I know! said cassy. then they looked at me. me the too thin girl who always wears something on her left arm be it a bunch of braclets or maybe a long glove with the fingers cut off im always wearing something to hide the scars. and now they’re looking at me expecting me to say something. so i ask them a question. what would you guys do if one of your bffs or maybe one of us cut or had thoughts of suicide? they stared at me completely silent i held my breath. cassy started laughing, soon they all were then they realized i was serious. well. reilee started to say. we would probably be really supportive i mean it would be one of our friends. she said innocently. i had to will myself to not laugh or even roll my eyes. this coming from the girl who said that people who cut should just die. this made me get a little angry. why do you ask? asked cassy. umm… what was i to say? i looked down at my sleeves i could just see all the scars underneath. they followed my stare. no. said cassy. you guys dont think that maybe… she trailed off…i looked at them. then i looked at reilee, I was pissed at her. Of course not! i said. I mean, if i were to cut or wanted to die or maybe if the reason im so skinny is anorexia well why are’nt i dead? I mean like reilee said God just walts people like that dead. i said. they just stared. i decided that maybe i should go. i was going to stand up when they all started laughing. hah! good one! we thought you were serious for a moment whew glad you were’nt hah hah! said amber. cassy just stared at me and said without taking her eyes off me, guys, i think shes serious…cassy looked at me. im so sorry we didnt know, were here for you, and we love you your like our sister, dont kill yourself, and if you ever feel like trying just come to one of us and we’ll help you…were sorry. i left. and then today kelsie, amber, and reilee decided to tell me that they thought i was crazy. then gave me a noose and said that if i really wanted to die, i should.
and man, what they don’t know….
2 comments
xXwaiting4thelightXx ,
Why is it so important that all your friends know you want to kill yourself or that you cut? If they know does that mean you would stop? Or it would fix everything? they are your friends not doctors ,they don’t know how to deal with you, perhaps a doctor or a support group, or people on here might understand, but you try to push your suicidal thoughts on them and they will disappear ,to them you are crazy talking like that you’re not going to change them, you need to change, and when you do then start helping others that are like you are now, then you can be proud to show your scars, you see what I did, but I stopped and so can you. You become the hero!
What they dont know is you are better than them. You deserve more than some douche bag friends. Your friends are supposed to be there for you. If I started cutting again, which I havent for years, but if I did, I would tell my best friend. And he would help me through it. I tell my best friend when the thought pops into my head, like a long forgotten sin, I tell him, so he can tell me Im more than that. So he can help me. If you want to tell friends, hell, Id say go for it but fnd real friends, alot of people will think you are crazy if you do it and they dont, a real friend, if they dont do it, will hug you and talk you out of it.