“The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.” -Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees All my life I never knew how bad a situation could get if not one single person said anything. In school the teachers would mention the Holocaust and how bad it got because no one spoke about it or tried to stop it but I could never apply it to my personal life, nor did I try to. All of that changed unexpectedly on a late summer night. I was not the happiest during this time in my life. I felt like every bad little thing was my fault, I had never felt this way in my life. Ever. I walked through my life alone, shutting out everyone, falling deeper and deeper into this black hole. I would just put a promising smile on my face every day, everyone believed it. Except me. …show more content…
I was fighting back the tears, I did not want to these people power but the tears pushed right through my eyes. My friends realized something was not normal with me and they were not wrong. The messages stating “Stay strong it will get better I promise. I love you girly!” flooded in and I wanted them to cheer me up so badly, but they did not. Minutes later I broke. The tears falling from my face stung the fresh wounds on my wrist. It was so wrong but it felt better for me to control my pain. My phone buzzing out of control, I chose to ignore it. I then panicked as the question “How are you going to hide this from your parents?” bounced around my head. I grab band aids and neosporin from the cabinet and patch myself up like an old pair of jeans. I had finished laying the band aid down as my parent burst through the bathroom door and my heart