Beep, beep! Ryan opening the text message from Carly. The fine print on her black chocolate touch stating "nothing much" after she asked " what's up?'' The thoughts crap! I should of lied; is she going to figure out some things wrong; should I turn me phone off... Just as the last thought reaches my mind opening like a new text message.
Replying back "what's wrong, don't lie to me" my heart sinks as if it were the titanic after it crashed. One minute. No respond. Five minutes. No respond. Thirty minutes. No respond. Attempting to put myself back to one piece, RING, RING! It's Ryan calling. My shaky frail white fingers barely able to push hard enough on the send button.
"hello, Hello, HELLO" raising her voice with each hello. "Shh! I heard you the first time" wiping the tears from my soggy cheeks, "come over, I won't say anything over the phone." Not even waiting to hear her say alright on my way I abruptly hang up the phone and immediately do my best to clean myself up.
Knock, knock. Getting about six steps down the stairs, not even half way, she lets herself in and follows me up my carpeted stairs into my big pink and purple bedroom. Minutes go by, no words are spoken. I kept trying and trying to tell her what's wrong but I can't get the words to come out. She finally speaks up, looking deeply in my eyes " Do I need to start or do you?" Five more minutes more pass by, no words are spoken, the awkward tensions are starting to gradually increase.
Tears pouring down my face like a downpour. "Ryan, some things wrong. You can't tell anybody and have to promise not to be judge mental at all." Her eyes slowly filling with worry " I promise! what's wrong, whats going on?" Two minutes pass bye. " I need to leave. I need to get out of here, I cant do this anymore... Look at the door, my bags packed. Look on top of the drawer, the notes already been written." seconds pass by, cutting her off " I'm telling you this because I want you to stop me before its too late. I need someone who truely cares about me to be there for me, or Im just going to go." I can see the suprisement in her eyes and mostly facial reactions. " Omg! Don't leave, you have to stay. I won't let you leave this house. Why would this ever cross your mind? Who is this girl your going to meet and run away with?'' All I can say is " Thank you so much, I love you and I can't tell you!"
Looking back at all the moments these times have occured I'm so thankful I never did it. I had to realize this because my best friend and cousin Kayla Cornell had ran away from home. Missing for about twenty hours, searching for about five hours, crying and hoping everythings all right 24/7. Seeing her after all this went down, seeing her mom in tears, seeing how it effected so many of our friends. It's a wakeup call! It's tragic we had to go through this the hard way, but I think we all learned we can't do this to our families or our friends. All she had to do was open the bottled fillings inside her to anyone of her friends or counslers. To say " nothing much" when you really need to talk to someone or need help is the worst thing you can do to yourself.
This is a great story because you poured out some of your feelings that you have been feeling recently and it shows. Maybe when your trying to tell your friend Ryan whats wrong when she came over you can include Dialogue
ReplyDeleteThis is a very powerful piece. It really hit home. The way that you wrote the story got a little confusing the first run through. It wasn't until i reread your story that it made sense to me. I thought that Ryan was your boyfriend then you kept saying she. So maybe one improvement is to include who Ryan is. This is a great piece.
ReplyDeleteLoved this! geat job but i do have tp agree with the other comemts show us more and better explain who this ryan is:)
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