"The thing about bad news is that they never make you feel good."
I never thought that Marjorie is depressed. She hides it well until one day she slashed her wrist but failed to die.
When I heard the news I was so angry at first. I think she is so stupid for doing that. I never believed in solving a problem by creating another problem. I can't understand why she did that. I feel betrayed that she was suffering inside and never told me what bothers her. I thought we are best friends and we tell our problems to each other.
Sometimes I finally get over my anger. I realized that I should be with her. She needs me more than ever after surviving this ordeal.
I came to visit her in the hospital. When I saw her lying in the hospital bed with IV fluids connected in her right arms, a bandage in her left wrist, and looking pale and weak. This pitiful appearance touch my heart and it feels like it was squeezed by two hands and my throat was so choked that I can hardly breathe. My eyes slowly creating a warm fluid. I tried hard to control this awful feeling and smile at my friend and say "Hi BFF you still look beautiful even when you have this bandage in your wrist and a tube connected to your arms".
Marjorie looks at me and said "I'm so sorry I was so stupid" and I hug her and said " I am glad you realized that you are stupid" We bought cry. Then she told me " I was so helpless at that time. It's like I have no way out but to end my suffering. My mom never listens to me. She just keeps on criticizing me and I feel I am always wrong and she is always right. I was suffocated. My mom pressures me to get high grades and keeps sending me to study piano, go to voice lessons, and wins in the talent competitions. She expects so much and never asks me what I want. It's always what she wants. I tried telling her that I don't like playing the piano and going to voice lessons but she keeps telling me that I am so lucky that she can afford to send me to these classes so I better keep going. In her time her parents are so poor that they can't send her to these classes. She never appreciates me. It is always about her"
I keep hugging and comforting my friend and I just want her to know that I am listening to her. I told her I am here for her and always listen to her if you need me.
I feel so tragic every time I think about this event. For me, this was one of the saddest moments in my life. One thing I learned from this is that life is precious don't waste it on trivial things.