Personal Narrative: The Therapist Reputation In Middle School

In Middle school, my classmates used to call me "The therapist" or the girl version of Dr.Phil. My reputation was the person everyone poured their hearts out to. Now it is a common perception that kids our age couldn’t possibly have problems. Now I can't speak for all, but for us kids growing up in Randolph and living with parents that survive from pay check to pay check, we had real problems. That we probably shouldn’t have had at such a tender age. Helping people always brought out a certain burst of happiness in me even though I barely knew how to deal with my own trials and tribulations.
The therapist reputation always stuck with me even until high school. At this time I was a freshman at Weymouth high school. This town was far different from Randolph , there was a shift from growing up in a predominantly black area to a white one. The change was hard for me but I later on met a girl named D in French class. D and I hit it off as soon as we met. It was like we were born to become best friends. The one thing we really had in common was we were going through the worst times in our lives at fifteen. Emotionally D and I survived off each other, we cried together , texted each other for hours ,and sometimes even
My only knowledge of it was when I waited for her outside , so we could walk to school. The day after winter break I did not see D in French but I assumed she was sick , what was really odd to me was that she was not answering my texts. So I made my way to her house to check up on her. I rang the doorbell but no one answered.While waiting, I couldn’t handle the cold anymore so I opened the door, which turned out to be unlocked and proceeded upstairs to the right where I knew D's room was from previous texts. There she was in her room on the floor , sobbing violently with a blade in her hand and three cuts on her left arm and a bottle of prescription pills in-between her