The Signs

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
She was gone by the time I noticed something was wrong...

Submitted: October 04, 2016

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Submitted: October 04, 2016



She seemed happier, I suppose, but not in the way you might think. She smiled more, but less vibrantly. Her teeth didn’t show anymore, and her lips stayed together as if compressing the sadness she felt inside. She gave more hugs, but they were different, almost desperate. She held on tightly, as if to let you know that she loved you, and she was afraid that you wouldn’t get the message in time.

I thought she was happy. She was the smartest, most beautiful, and most popular girl at our school. She’d set a record for the highest SAT score in our district, and in response to this the National College Board had gifted her $160,000 in scholarships. She was student body president and the president of her graduating class. She seemed to have it all.

I don’t know if she thought she had it all. In those last few weeks I didn’t have a clue what she was thinking. She wasn’t thinking anything when I found her in a bloody heap on her bedroom floor. When I saw her and read her note, I sat on the corner of her bed and cried for a long time. It stunned me that after all this time, she had been unable to confide in me, her closest friend. Or so I had thought. I had failed. I had failed as her friend. I had failed as a human being. Why hadn’t I seen anything? How could I have been so blind? I had missed the signs. I lurched off the bed and almost fell. Turning, I stumbled out of the room, blindly wiping at my face. 

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