Courage
The cool, February air chills up my body as I walk with a smile plastered across my face. Life was good-- 8th grade was a time where nothing was too challenging, nor too simple. This was a time where days would move by slowly, weeks would fly by easily, and months zipped by at light speed. However, this all changed when one day I was just sitting in my bed studying for an upcoming history test, and a name popped up across my screen: *Zach.
Something about Zach calling was peculiar, he was in my grade, but we never even talked, yet I decided to answer anyway. Us talking was casual, simply asking about how school was, until he made the conversation do a 360° flip.
“Do you ever think about how scary life is?” he questioned with a …show more content…
You can’t just tell me ‘hey, I want to kill myself,’ and then expect me not to say anything. If, God forbid, you ever did do something to yourself, it would be my fault. It would be my fault because being the only person to know about this, not even opening my mouth to anyone in order to get you the help you desperately needed, that would make me guilty. Why would I sit around here feeling scared for you, knowing at any second something horrific could happen, and not do anything to help you? I don’t care if you’ll despise hate my guts after this, or you’ll spread horrible rumors about me, I’m going to tell someone because I care. And though we are not that close, you should never feel that death is the answer. There is always a light at the end of the way and I will help you find it,” I assured him with both sympathy and aggression overwhelming my voice. We argued for hours on end, until finally he told me that I could do what I want, but to know that my decision would come with a consequence: him never talking to me again.
The next day at school, French was my first class. However, rather than focusing in on the culture’s lifestyle and how to conjugate certain words, the only thing I was cogitated on was Zach, my mind occupied with solely thoughts of him and what he had told
The cool, February air chills up my body as I walk with a smile plastered across my face. Life was good-- 8th grade was a time where nothing was too challenging, nor too simple. This was a time where days would move by slowly, weeks would fly by easily, and months zipped by at light speed. However, this all changed when one day I was just sitting in my bed studying for an upcoming history test, and a name popped up across my screen: *Zach.
Something about Zach calling was peculiar, he was in my grade, but we never even talked, yet I decided to answer anyway. Us talking was casual, simply asking about how school was, until he made the conversation do a 360° flip.
“Do you ever think about how scary life is?” he questioned with a …show more content…
You can’t just tell me ‘hey, I want to kill myself,’ and then expect me not to say anything. If, God forbid, you ever did do something to yourself, it would be my fault. It would be my fault because being the only person to know about this, not even opening my mouth to anyone in order to get you the help you desperately needed, that would make me guilty. Why would I sit around here feeling scared for you, knowing at any second something horrific could happen, and not do anything to help you? I don’t care if you’ll despise hate my guts after this, or you’ll spread horrible rumors about me, I’m going to tell someone because I care. And though we are not that close, you should never feel that death is the answer. There is always a light at the end of the way and I will help you find it,” I assured him with both sympathy and aggression overwhelming my voice. We argued for hours on end, until finally he told me that I could do what I want, but to know that my decision would come with a consequence: him never talking to me again.
The next day at school, French was my first class. However, rather than focusing in on the culture’s lifestyle and how to conjugate certain words, the only thing I was cogitated on was Zach, my mind occupied with solely thoughts of him and what he had told