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Emie

The Night She Cried

On a cool spring night a teenage girl with short brown hair and melancholy eyes sat on the back porch of her house. Pinched between two strawberry pots on the steps, she took a long drag of her cigarette. Life, it seemed had taken a bad turn, and had driven off a cliff.

'It's rather strange,' she thought, 'I always just wanted to be normal, have a normal life.' Sighing she glanced up at the window of her dad's bedroom to make sure that he wasn't awake. True, it was 2 o'clock in the morning and if by some freakish phenomenon he was awake he wouldn't be able to see her through the thick blanket of night. But she didn't want him to catch her. Again. She winced as she remembered what had happened. Not good.

She leaned backwards with her hands out behind her and looked up into the night. The only clouds out were think and wispy creating patches of soft white film over the heavens. She spotted Orion and the Big Dipper and felt small. Inconsequential and worthless. She finished her cigarette in two puffs.

Lying all the way back onto the deck she smiled ironically as the nicotine soothed her nerves, she'd always been against smoking (up until a few months ago) and had cried and cried until her older sister had quit. She was now up to a pack and a half a day.

'But how could it be true?' She never felt like she was different mentally. Never even considered having a mental disorder besides depression. But the truth had come out, something she now realized she had denied for a long time, something she didn't want to admit because it would make her abnormal.

"I'm bipolar." She whispered softly as she started to cry. 'No no no no no no no!' She couldn't cry, she wouldn't! She just coul-… she… And she succumbed.

And nobody heard her gasping and shrieking through her tears and nobody heard her small, sharp, shrill scream as she stopped herself for crying, by putting her cigarette out on her arm.