Personal Narrative

The Worst Day of My Life

I don’t like the winter. Winter takes my depression and makes it worse. It’s not because I have seasonal affective disorder but rather my trauma happened during winter time so I associate winter with it.

It was a normal morning so far. I got up for school, which I did not want to. I was a freshman in high school and it was not the best. While I was in the bathroom getting ready, I got a text from my best friend. She asked if it was okay for her to come over that morning.

I didn’t think anything of it. She came over my house numerous times in the morning. We would hangout and just go to my bus stop. It wasn’t out of character for her.

I obviously responded that she could and that was that.

She came over and I remember her being all bundled up. It was very cold that morning and she was even wearing her winter hat that looked like a purple cat.

It sucks that I do not remember what we talked about at all. All I remember is me making a joke about an apple and her laughing before I left the room…

Anyway, we went into my kitchen to chill for a little bit. She sat at the table and my dog was so happy to see her. She would wag her tail and demands pets from her. I, on the other hand, sat my kitchen counter working on flashcards. 

We planned to leave the house at 6:30, if I remember. At 6:20 I got up and asked if she wanted anything to eat. She got up and followed me but told me she wasn’t hungry and she had already ate before the got here. I saw the apple and made a joke about how it looked and she laughed with me.

I was wearing a tank top and I obviously couldn’t wear that to school. My sweater was warming up in the dryer. It was an idea I had. I would warm up my sweaters and put them on right before leaving the house so I wasn’t cold in the morning. It wasn’t cold enough for a coat though.

I left the room. I wasn’t even gone for two minutes…and when I came back I found her dead; my best friend dead. I don’t want to say how she died but it was suicide. 

And that pretty much sums up the worst day of my life.

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