Her mind was a jungle, roaring for all that was whirling inside to come out and make sense, not only to her but all those around so they could share her feelings but most of all, her fears.
Sasha sighed, reached for the bottle and popped another two pills, hoping she could rejoin the normal world for a bit.
She clicked her locker shut and turned around almost bumping into Grant who hurriedly apologized fiddling nervously with his horn rimmed glasses, as she smiled a no problem and walked away.
Grant watched her leave and stopped recording on his cellphone that had captured the exact moment she’d taken the drugs, struggling with his conscience yet again, knowing full well the consequences if he returned empty handed to his editor who had asked for this story to cover next week’s front page.
Three university students had overdosed in the past year and he had agreed to go undercover and had succeeded in getting photos of Sasha with her pills, her hasty retreat into empty classrooms, where she’d curl up on the floor and shed a few tears, emerging with a forced smile and he’d even followed her home and seen her break down in front of a street singer, sobbing softly as he sang songs of regret.
As he stared down at the pictures that would make his career, Grant took in a deep breath, deleted the entire folder and waited by the stairs for Sasha to return, where he would now start his new, self-assigned task of making sure she didn’t end up like those other girls, whose sorrow and struggles and had gone sadly unnoticed by all those around.
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