It is obvious that all of our childhood memories are not accidental. They all play apart about who we are in our own lives. When you are a child ever scent, every sound, every move, and every new event shows who you are as a human. All these are pieces of one whole entity of yourself. I was sitting and pondering all of my good and not so good memories. I have thought about my most brightest and most emotional memories for me. I got it so clear that I started to shiver.
I was about 14 years old. I was in eighth grade and I felt so old and strong. I had a true best friend named Kaitlyn. We were best friends since first grade and were next door neighbors. I trusted her with everything, it was like the pretty little liars. We hid everything together, but one day I could not hide something I came across. Kaitlyn had written a note and put it in my bag because of our matching pink gap backpacks it got switched. On the way home from school I began to read it on the obnoxious big yellow bus. I felt empty and horrified about what I read. My friend was falling to pieces and I did not even know. Self harm and self hate was something I never thought of as a middle schooler. Here I was terrified and unsure what to do. I confronted her and a school councilor the next day and she turned on me in a instant yelling, " why would you do such a thing, and ruin my life?!" I felt as if I died in that instant. My stomach felt dry and hollow as I saw my best friend run past me in a furry of fire.
As time went on things got worse. Her parents were confronted, but it was to late for her. After a suicide attempt they took her out of school and put her into intense therapy. I felt as if it was my fault for making her so unstable. My mind became intoxicated as I floated through the rest of the year with no friends by my side. I soon fell into a depressed mind of state resulting to very negative things against myself that I am not proud of.
