It has been 2 weeks since Aria committed suicide. She thought nobody would care, she thought that her absence wouldn’t even be noticed. She was wrong. Her mother wouldn’t leave her room, her father has started smoking and as for me, I now feel the same tight embrace of depression Aria has felt before her death.
The cold air hit my face as I trod to school. Memories of us walking to school just the other day flooded my mind. I can no longer hear her laugh, never again will I see her smile; and it’s all my fault. If only I knew the story behind those scars, if only I had stayed up to talk to her that night instead of going to sleep early. I stared at Aria’s empty seat across from mine, knowing she will never be able to return. …show more content…
“Rach? What are you doing?” asked a voice all too familiar, but too good to be true. My eyes flew open only to see Aria sitting at her usual seat next to me, staring at me in confusion. “Rachel Simmons, I understand the pain you must be experiencing from your friend’s death but please do pay attention in class. You’re already failing algebra” advised Ms Elaine, my teacher, as she continued on with her …show more content…
I woke up and collected the papers I wrote on which are scattered across my room. I read and reread them multiple times as I gathered my thoughts. It was certain that Aria isn’t going to help me anymore. For the first time, I’m on my own. I came across a number at the bottom of one of the pages I wrote on. It was peculiar as it was in Aria’s handwriting, not mine. I dialled the number, “Hello, you have reached Lifeline. You are so brave for calling, how are you feeling?” Aria left me a suicide hotline in case I ever needed it. I’m proud to say, after that night, I don’t need it