My hometown suffered another tragedy at the hands of the Silent Killer this past weekend.
The girl was in my graduating class, class of 2014. We went from kindergarten to graduation together, though we were never really close.
Two lines, parallel; running together but never intersecting.
Now I realize we have intersected. The Silent Killer has tied us together in a way I never thought it would.
The Silent Killer lurks in the shadows of your mind; you can never escape it. It waits until you think you've finally beaten it, and then attacks with a ferocity unlike any before. It drags you back to its depths, to remind you that you can never escape. Never.
She and I were not close at all. We knew each other, and had talked briefly in class, but outside of classes we had no communication. We ran in different circles, had different friends, different interests, different plans for our future.
The Silent Killer was the only commonality between us. Not that either of us knew about the other. Not until it was too late.
She was one of the happiest people I've ever met. On the outside.
She was always ready with a kind word. On the outside.
She was willing to talk to anyone, regardless of what social clique the were in. On the outside.
On the outside, she was untouchable.
But the demons inside her were tearing her apart.
We all have our own demons... Hers got too much to handle.
Two lines, parallel; running together no longer.
