There was a girl, her name was Emily. She was not in a good state. With her little brother dead, her best friend gone, and her parents split, she was extremely depressed.
She didn’t know what to do anymore. It felt like all the happiness and light in the world had been drained. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run she had to … had to. She couldn’t, her family couldn’t take it.
So, she decided to read books to get her mind off everything. Books were her escape, her refuge in another world. She could read for hours! That and a good rest helped her worries fade, just a bit, but it did help.
Every fortnight, on Sunday, Emily’s family would come together to have lunch after church. That was the time that Emily decided to tell her family about her suicidal thoughts, the nights filled with tears and the loneliness that came with her depression. She was frightened to do so, but finally grasped the courage she needed and spoke.
My brother’s death, mum and dad splitting up and without my best friend to cry on, life has been harder than I think any of you realize. I’m sorry that you want me to be happy and all, but I can’t and if you hate me for saying so I am truly sorry, but I can’t carry on with these thoughts and feelings anymore.”
Her family was silent at first, but they soon all quickly dashed towards her to give her a great big hug. After that day, things started to slowly get better.