300 Words: Car keys

Anna leaves Community just like every other student hurrying to get home. She jumps into her teal Chevy Aveo racing to get out of the student parking lot and start her 17-minute drive home to begin the rest of her day. The only difference between her and her classmates are her thoughts on the drive home:

One sharp turn of the wheel and I can end it all.

She stares longingly at a light pole- then passes it.

Next time she thinks.

At the beginning of second semester her junior year, Anna spent a full week in a psychiatric hospital.

She had texted her mother during sixth hour:

“If I drive home today, I don’t think I will make it.”

The text message that Anna sent.

 

Within the hour, her stepfather and mother picked her up from school and the family headed straight to the emergency room.

No one knew where she was other than her family members.

Her friends hadn’t been told for days.

Her car had been left in the parking lot- the first one there in the morning, the last one there at night.

No one would think that the Anna- with a bubbly personality, bright yellow curly hair, an enormous, goofy smile decorated with brightly colored braces- was depressed.

Sydney Franklin
“No one would think that the Anna- with a bubbly personality, bright yellow curly hair, an enormous, goofy smile decorated with brightly colored braces- was depressed.”

The girl who snorts if she laughs too hard.

The girl who smiles so hard that her baby blue eyes disappear.

The girl who spends almost every minutes of every day taking care of her younger ten-year-old sister while her mom is at work.

No one can notice that she is depressed because no matter how hard her day has been, she always makes sure that everyone is smiling around her.

So when Anna grabbed her phone instead of her keys,

When she sent that text message…

She saved herself from herself.