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Mental Health
Friday April 8th 7:00am
A beautiful morning.
What more could you ask for?
Bright yellow streaks
bursting
and
awakening
Agnus.
She scrambled to grab some clothes and her backpack
as she
jumped,
hurdled,
and
sprinted
to the bus stop.
She walked around school with her best friends,
Brittany and Hannah.
What could go wrong?
She was with her best friends
all day,
every day,
in school,
and outside of school!
Bickering
and chattering.
Around the hallways.
Everyone looked at the three girls:
Hannah, Brittney, Agnus.
Agnus’ face starting sweating,
like a stream was about to burst down her face.
She hated the attention,
but
Hannah and Brittney seemed to enjoy it.
Agnus scrambling, her eyes
spinning and spinning in circles.
As she turns to Hannah and Britnney
They are gone,
gone,
and
gone.
They left Agnus in the dust,
out to dry.
She peaked out of the corner of her eye,
realizing Brittney and Hannah had joined the popular group.
Of course there were boys-
They were boy crazy.
They wanted to date them.
Brittney and Hannah had chances,
but
not Agnus.
As she was left in the dust,
Out to dry.
Saturday April 9th 3:00pm
It was a bit of a dreary day out,
not like it was yesterday.
Brittney, Hannah and Agnus had plans to go out-
Grab some ice cream and have a sleepover.
What could go wrong?
--------- 7:00pm
Agnus received a message from Brittney,
“Sorry, we can’t hang out tonight.”
Agnus was
confused,
and wondered,
What could they possibly have to do?
Why have they left me?
“Ding, ding”
Another text message from Brittney,
“We can grab ice cream tomorrow instead.”
Sunday April 10th 12:00pm
“Where are Britnney and Hannah? They are supposed to be here by now,” as Agnus questioned, pacing around her bedroom.
“Ding,
Ding” rang Agnus’ phone.
“We are going to hangout with the popular kids. Sorry you aren’t invited. Only the athletic kids. Haha!” exclaimed Hannah.
Agnus didn’t reply.
No reply was needed.
Seemed as if Hannah and Britnney didn’t want to be friends anymore.
Seemed as if she was being punished-
Kicked,
forgotten,
unseen,
but this time--
It was for forever.
Monday April 11th 11:00pm
It was a dark gloomy night,
Lights flashed
here
and
there
all throughout the sky.
Sadness creeped up Agnus’s throat.
Agnus only felt pain.
Questions scattered throughout her mind.
She wondered;
What if…
Who would care?...no one?
Do it… No don’t.
As the night went on,
Agnus received nasty texts
from her so called best friends.
As stated,
“You will never be as good as us.
You don’t belong here-
You need help.
You need to be put back on the B team-
You don’t belong here!”
Agunus’s hands shook
Her face flooded as tears ran down.
She crumbled into a ball
and layed on her bed.
Time seemed to never pass-
it was almost as if time was frozen-
not to be touched for hours on hours.
Agnus felt as if she couldn’t talk to anyone-
nobody.
Her parents checked in on her, but it was always
“No, i’m fine.”
And
nothing more.
Tuesday April 12th 7:30am
“Bing, ring, bing, ring,” her alarm clock sounded
Bright yellow
and orange streaks,
blared through Agnus’ room.
Who wouldn’t want to get up on this beautiful morning?
Only Agnus,
Only Agnus didn’t want to wake up.
She slowly got up and out of bed as she
dragged herself to school.
Agnus kept her head down in the hall,
As she hoped not to see Brittney or Hannah-
Last night was too much,
too far.
She felt the
tension.
As if someone was pushing her down,
Not wanting her to feel happiness.
Hopelessness,
Misery,
Damage, and
Torture
Followed the little 12 year old Agnus
all
day,
every day.
Imagine…
Agunus’ hands shook
Her face flooded as tears ran down.
She sprinted to the bathroom.
Chest pain,
and heavy breaths
made her crumble into a ball-
As she fell apart piece by piece
once again.
6:00 pm
“Agnus dinner is ready!” yelled her mother from downstairs in a happy voice.
Stomp,
Stomp,
Stomp.
All the way down the stairs-
Not too thrilled.
Agnus picked up her fork every now and then,
as she placed it down on her plate after every bite.
The placement of the fork made a creak every time it hit the plate,
which caused
raised eyebrows and
alarmed facial expressions-
Agnus must have been in pain.
Her father questioned, “Agnus, honey, are you feeling okay? You seem down.”
Finally, finally,
Someone asked if she was ok-
no,
no,
Agnus thought-
she was not ok.
Her head spun in circles,
Making her feel as if it took her five minutes to answer-
but,
no,
no,
She started to cry, as her father and mother quickly turned their heads towards each other.
Wednesday April 13th 6:00am
Exactly 12 hours later,
Agnus had expressed her thoughts and feelings
She lashed out at her parents.
It seemed to get worse,
but,
no,
no,
This cleared Agnus’ mind-
It was time to get help,
help for good.
The thought of seeking help makes everyone terrified,
but
that is how you overcome your
internal thoughts.
Don’t be afraid,
seek help!
There is always someone there for you,
no matter what.
You are not alone.

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