broken, a tale of two friends

March 2018

"Grace, I think we need a break,"
The words that came out of my best friend's mouth shot through me like bullets. Why ? Why now? Of all days she had to pick today. All I could do was sit there and cry. Cry like the baby I was. I wiped the tears from my eyes, the makeup I had worked so hard on smudged and melting away. I ran my fingers through my hair, my nails piercing my scalp. As my now ex- best friend rambled on , naming reasons why this was necessary, and how I probably wanted this too.But at the time, I didn't.
     I wanted to feel welcome in my own life. I was suicidal and this was the cherry on top of my ice cream sundae full of my worries. I sobbed over and over, the counselor slowly pushing a box of tissues to my end of her desk. I shoved them away. I didn't need her help, I didn't want it either. I heard the counselor say " Louise you may go now," I could feel her stare penetrating my soul. After all , Louise has quite the death stare.
" I'm sorry Grace, I'm sorry it had to end this way"
I yelled back " YOU SHOULD BE", and brought my knees closer to my chest, and sobbed some more.
I heard the door close and heard her and her stupid cowboy boots walk away.
I stood up quickly " I'm going to call home, I really don't wanna be here right now."
The counselor sighed, probably because she didn't get to play with my emotions more, " Alright Grace, you may go now."
I leaped from my chair and ran down to the main office where the secretary looked at me with worried eyes. Her hand was shaking as she gestured to the phone. I picked up the phone and shakily dialed my father's number.
"Hello?"
"Dad? It's me , I need to go home"

Based on true events