The Eyes Read Count : 87

Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama
It scared me as I looked at them again. Sure she was smiling in almost every photo I had of her, but I was starting to notice she was… In every picture I had of her she was sad. The eyes said it all. She was cracking, breaking. The second I saw that I picked up my messenger bag, slung it over my shoulder, and ran out of my room. I didn’t care that it was three in the morning, I had this feeling in my gut that if I didn’t get to her soon we’d all lose her. I ran to her house which wasn’t too far from my own. It was really just on the other side of the complex. I climbed over the balcony sort of thing then I slipped my phone out of my pocket.

I sent: ‘hey, I’m at your window. Can I come in?’

I heard sobbing coming from her room. I knew she needed help, but I couldn’t help her unless she saw the text and let me in. I waited anxiously at the window. After a minute or two which felt like years she opened her window. She didn’t look like herself. Her blue eyes were red and puffy, her hair looked lifeless, and she scratches and bruises on her arms. Her knuckles were red. Her lips were dragged down into a frown.

I climbed in carefully and pulled her into my arms. She just started crying in my chest, hugging me back tightly. I smoothed her hair gently and kept saying ‘shh. Shh. Shh.’ quietly. I led her to her bunk bed which she shared with her brother, and pulled her on my lap. Once her sobs subsided she looked up at me helplessly. I was worried. I had never seen this beautiful girl in my arms helpless. Upset? Sure. But never ever had I seen her helpless.

She whispered one word. I word I dreaded hearing from her lips every time she said it. “Sorry.”

“No. No. No. Don’t apologize. You don’t have any reason to.”


Her mouth fell shut. She tried to pull away from me. I held her tight though.

“What’s going on, hon?”

“Just stupid shit…” she muttered.

I also hated when she did that. I wanted to know what was wrong, so I could help her. One thing you should know about this girl is, she never asks for help or even takes help when she’s offered it. I hated it because everyone needs help, and it’s like she didn’t understand that. She only helped everyone else and never expected to get help back.

“What’s going on?” I coaxed gently.

“I- I can’t do this anymore… I’m sick of it…”

“Sick of what, honey?”

“I’m sick of being strong for everyone else… I’m sick of being everyone’s punching bag… I don’t even have time for my own emotions…”

I was amazed she said what was going on because usually I had to pull it out of her.

“It-it feels like I don’t have any-anyone there for me…”

Once I heard those words, I knew I had to show her I was there for her. Show her she could count on someone like every other human in the world. It may be a lot of work, but someone had to get through to her before we lost her. I mean this girl was an angel to everyone. No one wanted to lose her.


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