An Unwritten Story

Theres a story thats usually unwritten, some people think you're crazy telling a story about real people, with real lives. Some people would think you're the realest person alive for sharing these stories. I have friends with stories, some horrible, and some inspiring. I'm in college okay, so I meet people everyday, but my friends I have are from different parts of the province. My one friend, Elsa, she's in love with animating and thats what she's doing in college, but she also has a disease she's been dealing with since she was one and a half. Let me explain. 

The first week moving to college I met her, she was an innocent person with the kindest heart. Yet a week later she started feeling pain everywhere, thats when she told me she had mutated cells eating away at her body. (I say mutated cells because thats just much more fun to say.) I felt like I had to do something, but couldn't do nothing, so I just stuck by her, helping her up off the ground when she falls and making her laugh and smile. One night her pain got so bad we ended up going to hospital and I was freaking out on the inside as she cried for help. When we got back to the college she went to bed and I sat in my room thinking about everything... Literally everything. She ended up telling me about how she used to go on walks to raise awareness about it, how she stayed strong for her brother who had it as well. She was a great person and I am glad to call her a friend. But...

She ended up dying, one day I couldn't find her so I went to her room and found her not breathing, I tried everything to bring her back but all I could do is expect it and cry with the pain of losing a friend. My friend Klaus had to pull me away as I tried running towards the body again because I couldn't stop holding onto her. I went into a depression mode for weeks, only focused on school and passing, my friends didn't know weather I had went silent or died. Klaus sat with me overnight for three months crying, which he hated watching me in pain, yet I got over it and I started making videos again. And now I know she's looking down at me smiling because of her story I enjoy telling in videos or writing. I know she's in a better place now. 

When I say this unwritten story people think I'm crazy but no body understands, nobody understands that friends to me is like poison to my heart, once its gone you die on a the inside, but I will always get back up, for her, Elsa.

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Painful story.....Well described....Keep going.....