WARNING:
mention of cancer, addiction, death, suicide
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     bonnie and i had a good conversation over the soft melodies of my guitar. she opened up a lot about her personal life, and i wish i could say the same.
     i can now give a rundown of the important things in her life. when she was young her brother got cancer of the brain and couldn't be saved. her parents were hit very hard by this and her mother turned to alcohol, while her father turned to oxycontin that his friend had given him. one day after her parents had been out partying, her mother was driving while heavily intoxicated and drove the car off of the bridge. her father died on impact, but her mother was still alive as she was taken to the hospital, but she slowly died.
     bonnie was then put into an orphanage and spent around three years there. it was there that she died her hair pink for the first time. after three years she got adopted into a family that highly valued learning. bonnie wanted to show her gratitude to her new family, so she spent all of her time studying and learning and creating. she never had time for friends, so she never really got any. she was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder at the age of thirteen. that's where she stopped her story because she checked her phone and realized the period was about to end.
     i quickly put away my base and we started walking back to the school. as bonnie went through her routine of getting back into the school and cleaning off the security camera so there'd be no reason for the school to check the footage, i pulled my phone out of my pocket. my screen was full of texts and calls from ash. the most recent one said: "goodbye. see you in hell"
     i frankly scrolled down my notifications. he has texted me detailed descriptions of how he was about to end his own life. i spammed him with apologies and called him again and again. no response.
     "what's wrong?" bonnie asked as she turned back to me.
     "nothing." i said, shoving my phone into my pocket.
     "if you say so."