Something You Can't Replace!
Bullies are the worst thing that have happened to so many people. Sure I don't know much about being bullied, but one of my friends sure did. She was bullied for so long that one day she just snapped.
Cindy was one of the smartest girls in school. She was alright at sports, and was close to being one of the top 10 prettiest girls in the school. I will never forget how she always smiled and laughed, making her be one of the happiest people I know to this day. Her life was so prefect, in her terms that is. That was the way My best friend had always been.
Then this new girl came to school, Christine. Christine was a horrible person. All she did was pick on others, and when she first met Cindy, she starting with her usual horrible comments. Christine however only seemed to limit her tauntings to Cindy after that. She called Cindy "fat", "ugly", "loser" and other things that I could never mention, let alone say. They were that horrible of names and words.
Cindy of course just ignored Christine's taunting, and continued her days as normally as she could. Sure a tear would rundown her cheek every now and agin, and she was looking thinner, mainly because she wouldn't eat much. I knew of course that she was hurting on the inside. Being best friends and all, I promised her not to say anything, until she wanted people to know.
The days and months went by, and Christine still bullied Cindy. While Cindy still never seemed to be affected by it. Then the day came when Cindy came to me for help. I didn't know what to do, so all I said was that it would pass. Even though I said that, I never really thought that, especially after all of those months gone by.
I think Cindy knew that I didn't really think that way. Still she said, "I know that it will pass. She's only doing this because she's jealous. In the mean time though, I'll try to come up with something. Something that will end all of this pain."
When she told me that, I thought that she was acting just a little too calm about it. That, I figured, was her saying that she already had a plan. A plan that she don't want anyone to know about.
A week passed since Cindy had told me that she would come up with a plan, and she hadn't been in school for a couple of days. I had tried and tried to call her, but no one would answer. Maybe she was out of town, but I wasn't sure, so I planned on visiting her that night.
I reached her house and rang the door bell. No one answered. I looked towards the drive way and as I thought her car was there. I rang the door bell again, still no one answered. Being her best friends, I had the permission of her family to just enter their home.
As I entered the house I noticed how very quiet it was, as if someone had just died. I didn't like this feeling, so I headed as quickly as possible to Cindy's room, jumping every second stair.
I had to reach her, just to make sure everything was alright. When I reached her room I felt a sense of death just ligering there in the air. It felt horrible. I opened the door and there was Cindy on the floor with the look of pain upon her tear soaken face. Blood stains were everywhere. I looked around the room, but only to discover an empty bottle, that looked like it once held poison, and a blood stained note. The note was address to me, in Cindy's writing.
It explained what happened and how her parents went on a vacation, so she took the opportunity to try and kill herself. It was so sad, that I cried. It also told me what she tried to do. For example it read, "I just couldn't take the pain, so I tried to get rid of it by bleeding. I just couldn't cut deep enough to die though."
I couldn't finish reading it. I just couldn't, it was too painful to me. I just had to sit there, next to her lifeless body, crying, and wishing it was only a dream. It wasn't though, it all happened.
I began to read more of the note, until I reached the end, which I found to be very interesting. It read, "I'm sorry to have put you though all of this pain. I know I could have seeked help from someone who could have made it stop, but this was the only way I could have stopped it. I'm so very sorry. I would however like you to also this letter out at my funeral, please! Your Best Friend, Cindy!"
I did of course read it out at her funeral. I even read to this day as a matter of fact. When I go to different schools to tell the students how bad it is to bully someone, even if you don't like them. I still cry even when I read it today. It was the most rememberable day of my life, that day I lost my best friend, who I could never replace.