Demarie: A Short Story

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There’s something addictive about him. The way that his voice made me feel warm inside. The way that his smile lit up my life like a Christmas tree. The way he would smile at the ground when he would get shy. When I would hug him, the way his scent overwhelmed my senses. Being in his arms felt like home to me. He was my home.
It’s freezing outside, my body is as cold as ice. Mya and I are skipping and we’re going to Demarie’s house to smoke. As we approached Demarie, I go silent. I’m a really shy person around people I don’t know well. The walk to Deven’s van was silent. None of us said a thing. While we were getting into Deven’s van smoking, Mya brought up all of us hanging out again and we all agreed. I swear we hung out about a thousand times , but tonight was the night that Mya and I were spending the night at Deven’s house with Demarie. As soon as you walk up to Deven’s house, you could hear the music and as soon as you walk in, you could smell the weed. I kid you not, right as we walked into the house, we began smoking.
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He broke my heart like the wind broke through the trees. I walk home and go into my room. Thoughts were skipping through my mind like rocks skip on water. I was having a panic attack. It felt like my chest was caving in. I decide that I want to take my own life. I go into my drawer and take out my bottle of pills. I swallow seven zoloft, and two sleeping pills. RINGGGGGG. My phone is ringing and it’s my friend Makenna. I couldn’t answer the phone because of the state I’m in. Because I don’t answer the phone, Makenna texts me and tells me that she called an ambulance for me. Then I block out. I don’t remember anything after the ambulance comes to my house. It was one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced. After this whole situation, I’m put into a therapy program at Borgess, and I forgave

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