My Brother's Best Friend

Different

        I reached Jensen's house breathing super hard and I had no idea what I was going to say to her. I knocked on the door anyway because I knew my dad would be here at any moment. Jensen opened the door and smiled. "Hey Sky," she said letting me in. I take a seat on the couch and try to catch my breath.

"Need some water?" she says laughing. All I can do is nod. She returns with a glass and she takes a seat next to me.

"So what's up?" she wants to know.

"Nothing. I just wanted to hang out with you. We haven't talked in a while." I lie. Jensen smiles.

"Really? It never really seemed like you wanted to be my friend. You're always either hanging out with your brother and his friend or Amber." she tells me. I sit there for a moment wondering if a lot of people thought that about me. I mean I never meant to be anti-social with them it's just that I like being around Amber, Joseph, and Drew. They're familiar to me. They're family. I look a Jensen. Why did I never hang out with her? I mean she wasn't ugly, she was a loser at school, she was kinda quiet and didn't cause a lot of trouble. Perfect friend. She was wearing a long sleeved black shirt and bermuda shorts which looked cute though it was way too hot for the shirt. She twisted her hair waiting for me to say something. I decided I should just go ahead and tell her the truth. Well at least some of it.

"Jensen, can you do me a favor?" I ask hopefully.

"Sure, whatever you need Sky." she says sincerely.

"I have this problem. I was somewhere I shouldn't have been in my dad is going to be here in a few minutes. I need you to lie and tell him I've been here the whole time."

"So that's why you came... Not so we could hang out but so you could use me as an excuse?" she said. I could see the disappointment in her eyes.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you. I didn't want to lie to you. Why does it matter anyway? I'm one person, I'm sure you have other friends." I say wondering why she was being such a baby. She got up quickly and ran up the steps. I sat there feeling like a jerk. Was I that horrible of a person? Did I intemidate people? What was wrong with me.

     I finally decided that I'd better go check on her. I went up the stairs to realize that no one was at home except her. I figured out what room she was in when I heard the water in the bathroom. I knocked on the door. "Jensen? You ok? I'm sorry." I say. No reply. I knock again and when she doesn't say anything, I decide to open the door. The first thing I see is blood. The sink is full of it and then I see Jensen sitting on the edge of the tub with her sleeves pushed up holding her wrist. She's crying. Her wrist has cuts, several of them. One of them covered in fresh blood. "OH MY GOD!" I let out. She doesn't look up at me. I grab a towel and wrap it around her wound. "Why would you do this to yourself?" I want to know. She shakes her and continues crying.

"What's wrong Jensen? What's going on with you?" I question.

    She starts to answer me but then we hear a knock on the door. She freezes. "You can't let your dad see me like this. I'll have to get counseling. My mom will send me to a psych ward." she whispers. I can see pain in her eyes. This girl is depressed and even though I think her parents should know about this, I decide to help her. "Okay, but eventually you're going to have to tell them Jensen. This is serious." I say. "When I get back, you're going to have to talk to me." I leave the bathroom and head down the stairs to the door. I hold my breath and open it. "Hi Dad..."