A Story For A Friend..., chapter 1

There she sat, on the edge of her bed, crying again. Expect this time she didn't cry for one thing.. She cried about everything. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Nothing at all. She felt like she was dead and that no one would care or notcie if she died. In the past 7 months she had popped pills down her througt about 15 times... With no luck of leaving the cold world that she lived in. She had had sucidal thoughts about 11 times in the past year. At times she even made up her own furnal plans so she could have something to look forward to. She felt as though she had a heart of stone.. But in fact she had one of the biggest hearts in this world. She felt like no one cared about her and as though everyone was against her.

She forced her self to be happy so she wouldn't worry her friends, but at night she thanked God that they weren't here to she what she did when she was alone.

She can't remember the last time she was truely happy... It was a distant memory that was long forgotten and useless.

At school she has mood swings because at times her closest friends can be some of the most annoying people in the world. She wished she didn't feel like this but she couldn't help it. At times when she's on the edge she blows up at her friends and they tend to back away from her. Now she had only a couple of friends who understood her and were there for her.. Which will come in the story later on.

The last time she said 'i love you' to someone was her older sister, who she hasn't seen in over 7 years. She doesn't say it to her parents anymore.. What does it matter. They don't care.. Or at least she thinks they don't.

She has closed her self off to most people. Afraid that if she would let them in they might leave her.

Her mind is cloudy at times and she feels lost from the world around her.
She has frequent headaches that cause her so much pain she vomits.
She's' conestianlly on the verge of crying or an emotional breakdown.

Like I said earler she has very few friends thanks to her constant mood swings that she has no controll over. Out of the few friends there is, theres one that she is particaller close to. Her name is Sally. Sally has been friends with Angie since the 6th grade and now they were both sophmores in high school.


Sally never notcied how depressed Angie was. In early years Angie had been so happy and hyper that Sally looked for her for strength at times. Angie always had a smile on her face and when Sally was upset are about to cry Angie always got her in a good mood.

These two were almost like sisters. Both had brown hair, hazel eyes and about the same height. And both understood each other.

But as time went on Sally noticed Angie getting more and more cranky at school and when she went over to her house she was always in a bad mood.

It all started when Angie and her boyfriend Jake broke up. They were the cutest couple you could ever meet. But Angie just got annoyed with him. And Jake could tell. So alothough he loved her... He wanted her to be happy and wanted to be just friends with her.




Angie's mind filled with memories of how she became this depressed as she sat on the edge of her bed, still crying slientilly to her self for fear that her parents might come in and try to understand. She knew that they would never understand.


Her parents never did anything bad to her. They just weren't exactly the best of parents. They never tired to understand, and if the even tried to they would find a way to make the situation even worst.



She knew that when her and Jake broke up, that it hit something deep in her that shouk her and caused her to be this way. She never conciderd the fact that she was always crying, untill her and Jake broke up. She really loved him, but it wouldn't last, this she knew.. She just wished it would have. But maybe it was for the best.

All Angie could do for tonight was sit and continue crying, waiting untill the day started so she could go to school... And put her mask back on...