Yesterday I walked into school
absolutely balling my eyes out. It was
after the first period bell had rung, so I
was the only one in the hallways.
I was making my way to the bathroom
because I wasn't going to walk into
class crying, when a senior I had
never met before pulled me into the
bathroom. Then she pulled me into a
hug.
It was a little weird at first, because I'm
a freshman and I had no idea who she
was, but then she said,
"I don't know what's wrong, but I know
that sometimes life just sucks. I've got
the scars to prove it." Then she pulled
up her sleeve and showed me scars on
her wrists from where she had cut
herself. I was still crying as she pulled
me back into a hug and said,
"This is probably weird for
you, but I know that when I was in
grade 9, crying in the bathroom...
nobody was there for me. So I want
you to know that I'm here for you. I
know what it's like to feel alone, and I
never want anyone to feel like that."
I think it's crazy how someone I've never met
before was a better friend to me then the
people who surround me everyday.