SadnessA Story by Emily Cannon
You can't just accept it, feeling the sadness constantly. You can walk around with the biggest smile but on the inside, deep in your heart, you feel the breaking. A piece of you is dying every day, you look in the mirror and see nothing but a frown. Yet your friends see a smiling giddy girl always wanting to help. Truth is she's not okay.
How can she be okay? How can she deal with the pain? How can she smile but have a broken heart at something so simple. She watches her best friend go through so much pain. Watches her cry herself to sleep because of the pain. And all she can do is hold her hand. She carries her on her back through the halls with the stares and when her is sleeping off the pain she's crying. One person knows all this pain, she calls upon him and he rushes over just to hold her tight. She breaks in his arm then gets back up to do it all again. The boy questions her strength, he talks to her friends and they don't even realize it. Then the day comes. Her best friend rushed to the E.R, she's right behind her, the boy following close behind. The boy holds her back as the doctors say "You can't come in, its off limits." They sit for hours waiting for answers. Pacing back and forth, she's on and off crying and the boy can do nothing but sit and watch. The doctors come out and sit them both down and says the words she doesn't want to hear. "It attacked her lungs, she stopped breathing and we couldn't do anything. I'm sorry." I'm sorry?! THATS IT! Thats all you've got! The girl cries for hours, she doesn't sleep for days. The boy tries to talk to her but she shut herself out. She turned into the person she promised she wouldn't be. She got into hardcore drugs, like coke and ex, she was drinking every weekend, dropped out of school and changed everything about her. Yet one night is what it took to realize it all. It was her 19th birthday, she was at a club high on whatever she could get her hands on, grinding on some guy she didn't know. Unknowingly the boy was there as well but he didn't know until he got a good look at her long black hair being dragged to a back room. He rushed back and found her being stripped and raped. He beat the crap out of the guy and picked up the girl and got her to the E.R. He sat with her for the night as the drugged drained from her system. She woke up sober freaking out, screaming at one point. He did what he did with her, held her close and didn't let go. She cried for hours and didn't stop holding on. He ended up straighten her out. He forced her into rehab and counselling, fought with her every night to not go out, she kept saying "One drink won't hurt." and he came back with "Yes it will don't do it honey." Day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, she became the person she once was. The boy smiled and took her hands months later and said the words he wanted to say for a while. "Will you marry me and be the one I protect forever?" She cried with joy and on her wedding day she said something she'd been wanting to say since years ago. "I don't want to make a vow to you since I can do that everyday that I'm with you. I want to make a vow to my best friend who passed years ago. I'm fine now my friend, I wasn't who I was years ago, I was hurt that you left me, I was hurt that you died. But you really didn't leave me. Lisa you have been in my heart for such a long time, you've been my guardian angel since the day you passed, and you gave me a savour the night at that club so now I vow to you to protect him in your name. I love you." Everyone cried and they married. But every little while she still felt the sadness but he held her close. She wasn't completely fine but she knew now that she'd be okay.
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2 Reviews Added on November 4, 2015 Last Updated on November 4, 2015 AuthorEmily CannonHamilton, Ontario, CanadaAboutI do a lot in my spare time, writing, video making, being kind of funny. No body gets my humour but some people understands my stories. My stories come from the heart not the mind. more..Writing
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