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LOGAN
~ Rescue by Lauren Daigle

It's been two weeks since I heard from Brook. I hardly saw her, maybe I'll get a chance to talk to her today? My worries about her are eating me up inside, mostly when I don't even know why she's acting the way she's doing.

Mr. Enders had started his lecture overly motivated when his voice came to my ears. I can see Brook sitting two rows away.

Today I wanted to sit next to her, to be lucky to find out something, but Brook was late and took the last free seat, which was in the second row. I wiggled the pen impatiently with my fingers. Sometimes hits the table, which is why there is noise out of nowhere.

I turned my head to Seb which was taking notes. "Do you know what's up with Brook?" I've tried my luck with him five times. Throughout the weeks I've asked several times if he knows what's up with Brook since she doesn't talk to me.

But it was always the same answer I got from Sebastian, Brook didn't talk to him either. She probably doesn't do that with anyone. She's more closed off about her feelings than I thought she would be.

I want to get so close to her again that she understands that I am there for her. The time I gave her seems like she only feels worse. She looks worse and broken. I want to give her time, I want her to feel better, but will she be better off if I leave her alone? Some people want to be alone when they're grieving, but others don't, they need someone to cry to. They talk about the pain and feel better.

But there is a kind that many refer to as being alone. You tell everyone and yourself that you don't need anyone, that you prefer to be alone and process your grief that way. In truth, that person needs someone the most. This pain they keep inside, but doesn't openly say it because they're always eaten it inside.

I'm one of those people. I don't want to open up, when I do, it's very rare. Brook is my mental support, she makes me realize I like hockey but not in the way my parents tell me to do, I don't let my feelings eat me up anymore, I talk to her and my worries are gone.

I want to be there for her, too, let her know I'm here. If she's mad, sad, or just annoyed about something, I should be the first person she goes to and cries out, says everything and I just listens to her. I want that.

"A historic earthquake incident happened in 1960 in Valdivia Chile. To be precise, on May 22, 1960. It was an earthquake in the 20th century that was singled out with the greatest magnitude. At 3:11 p.m., the earthquake reached a magnitude of Mw 9.5. The earthquake caused heavy destruction..." Professor Enders fell silent for a moment and turned to his audience as clear clanging noises could be heard.

However, he turned his head back to the blackboard and continued talking while starting again to press the slides from the PowerPoint. "... According to reports at least 1,655 dead, 3,000 injured..." he was interrupted again. I watched as Brook got up from her seat.