Essay

I did this essay in a test for my English class. I got 6 out of 6 on it! That's really hard apparently! I'm so proud of myself. :D I let my mom read it and she thought I copied it from somewhere. Apparently my language sounded "too professional." LOL.

The topic was this: Sometimes people are unable to control the direction their lives take.
Here's what I wrote (BTW it is a representation of something non-fictional)...

Whenever I thought of my best friend, certain distinct images came to mind: the diamond-dusted smile, the glittering crystals in her eyes, and the confidently erect posture. I did not understand how these things could change so easily. Suddenly the chipper grin was gone, the joyous sparkle in her eye had vanished, and her shoulders began to slump, as if weighed down by depression.
Within two weeks, her whole life had changed direction completely. I winced every time I saw the scars on her wrists, stomach, and legs. It was as if every time she took a blade to her flawless ivory skin, she was also plunging it into my heart.
I remember one night in her room, where we both sat on her bed facing each other. I desperately clung onto her thin pale hands, once warm and full, afraid she would slip away if I let go.
"Why?" was all I managed before I began to choke on violent sobs.
Her sad blue eyes spilled over with tears. They rolled down her cheeks and splashed onto the bed. The bed sheets became more and more damp as she told me everything. She could contain the pain no longer it seemed as the words erupted out of her. It was all too much for me. I could not even imagine what it was like for her. I felt ill as she described constantly fighting with her sister, her father's inappropriate sexual behaviour towards her, and her mother blaming her for it. All of these things accumulating inside of her brought on a twisted self-image. She told me she had been making herself throw up after meals and that she was constantly thinking of ways to kill herself.
My eyes involuntarily squeezed shut. I no longer wanted to look at what she had become. I hoped that this was a dream. I begged to God that it was. How had this happened so quickly? She clearly could not control what path she had been thrust down. The path of self-loathing. But to be honest, I did not blame her for following the path instead of fighting it. After everything that had happened, I could not deny that I might have done the same thing. It certainly did not help that two of her friends had been diagnosed with cancer and another had committed suicide. Death was shadowing her wherever she went, all the while sharpening his scythe.
I had to put my foot down. Death would not have her. She had too much to offer the world. I stared into her eyes and saw a glimmer of hope. She wanted to be saved. Pulling her into a fierce hug, I promised I would never leave her side. She was stuck with me forever. I would make her whole again. That tiny spark of hope was all I needed.

... :) Love ya, sugar.