I sit up and wipe my face before walking into the bathroom and getting some pills from the cabinet. I sit back on the bed and look at the container for what they are.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
A bad feeling bubbles in my stomach and I decide to try the window. Walking out of the house, I climb to the top story and open the window to slip in. I find her motionless on the bed, a bottle of pills at her side.
"No," I whisper, my eyes tearing up.
I bolt to the bed and check her pulse.
"Halee, please," I beg, "don't do this to me."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Education is education. We should learn everything and then choose which path to follow. Education is neither Eastern or Western; it is human. — Malala