Entry 5: Story Continued

Jeez, I'm so sorry for posting so late today! I have been extremely busy today. It was an adventure getting back up to Cedar Falls, and once I got up here I had to get my room in order....at least I tried. :)

I left off at the part of the story where my friend's mom showed up at our door and told my mom about what I had texted her. (THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY IS ENTRY 1).

That was at the end of seventh grade. My eighth grade and ninth grade years were very good years for me. Eighth grade there was some intense bullying by someone named Beth,* but other than the hurtful words and the hurtful texts, IM's, and posts, I had a good year! I continued therapy with my first therapist, her name was Amelia*, she was so kind and funny and she helped so much.

The summer going into ninth grade was a bit traumatizing because one of my sisters had a really bad experience. Honestly it has really affected me; it scared the SHIT out of me for the first time. I thought my sister was going to die. I knew when my mom answered the phone and screamed bloody murder that something was wrong. I went to go investigate and my dad was up too and they were packing bags and said they had to go to the hospital because something happened with my sister.

I started freaking the hell out, no one I've ever known has been in the hospital and I thought that she was legitimately going to die and that's why my mom and dad were so upset and freaked out. So, they were like, "You have to stay here with the kids. You have to be here and stay up until we get home." I was like, "Frick. No. I don't want to stay here by myself! What if someone comes and tries to hurt us?!" They just said, "We are going to call your confirmation sponsor and she is going to come over and stay with you until you fall asleep."

So, that happened and later I found out what actually happened to my sister and it really shook me; I won't talk about it though just for her protection. I went in to my ninth grade year fearing that I was going to be associated with negative things because of what had happened. I was also a REALLY scared freshman. I met my favorite teacher, Trish; she taught my Spanish class and ignited a fire in my heart for the Spanish language. She became one of my biggest allies, supporters, and friends. My ninth grade year was pretty low-key, nothing really happened... I was actually no longer in therapy because I was doing so well!

Sophomore year comes around, and that's when everything changes. If you remember back to seventh grade, I was suicidal. Flash back to sophomore year; a student at DCHS commits suicide. I saw how many people were affected and now this is going to seem strange, maybe even peculiar but I was attracted to all of the people who were affected. I'm very distracted today so I am going to end here and pick up tomorrow!