I didn't even think, I just caught her. This girl needs help, clearly she cant handle the amount of alcohol she's consuming. I lifted her up and carried her inside. The house was a decent size: it had no stairs and everything was together. Living room on the left, kitchen on the right and the dining room was further down on the right next to a window decorated with hanging lights and plants. There was no walls separating the different areas; it looked homely.

Directly ahead were two doors, I checked on her: still unresponsive but thankfully breathing normally in my arms. I walked to the door directly in my eye-line. It had a big letter 'A' in navy blue marked onto it. "Must be Avni's room," I spoke to myself. Carefully, I opened the door trying to have as much grip on her as possible. Her room was the perfect size: A single bed pried next to the wall on the right along with a grey bedside table, a walk-in wardrobe on the left to create more space, her drawers on the wall closest to the door and the walls were a light grey colour filled with pictures. I didn't waste any time and went towards her bed and gently supported her head as I laid her on it. I then went to the kitchen and found quickly found the glasses. Searching the fridge, I found a lemon, filled up a cup of water and squeezed some of the lemon inside and placed this on her bedside table so it's ready for her in the morning; lemon water helps hangovers.

I knew at this time there was no need to wake her up, so I placed my hand against her forehead to check if she feels okay. She felt slightly hot though it wasn't of concern, but just in case I went to the bathroom which I spotted was to the right of the front door as I walked in. The bathroom was very modern looking and quite large, there was a cupboard underneath the sink and inside were face towels, soap etc. I grabbed one of the face towels and ran it under cold water for a few seconds and then made my way back to Avni, folded it and placed it upon her forehead. She moved around a bit; I knew she would be okay.

I stayed with her for 5 minutes to triple check that she would be okay and I can leave. Then, I removed the cloth and went to go and put it on her table but I was met with a book, with a little girl's smiling face staring back at me. It was a picture of a young girl sitting on a woman's lap, smiling together.

The title of the book read "The Days I Wish To Not Remember." It must be her diary. I know that I'm a respectful man that knows his boundaries, but in order to get an insight as to how to help this girl then I need to read some of it. "I'm sorry Avni.... mujhe maaf kar do." I whispered to her. I took the diary and sat on the end of her bed....

I opened it. (authors note: haha guys i'm not that mean i won't make you wait for this bit xx)

the first page read:

If someone asked me to describe how I felt when I was a 10 year old girl; I am not entirely sure I could place those emotions into words. I am unsure that any collection of syllables could represent the darkness my brain constantly waded through. It was the kind of darkness that the light at the end of the tunnel seemed like a joke, seemed impossible, totally unreachable. The kind of darkness that you wonder how long you can stomach it. How long can you survive with the lights turned off? The best way I could describe the feelings I felt, Is imagine having a heavy enormous dark cloud over your head which is constantly gushing rain. No matter how many tears I shed I always felt weighed down. I always had that stomach sinking feeling that something awful was about to happen. My body was on constant alert for the worst possible scenario to unfold. When will Mama need me to step in and stop the shouting and banging? When will I need to come out of my hiding spot? My body seemed to be on defence mode, on patrol for anything, whilst my mind was frozen. My mind struggled to understand what was happening in the bustling world to which surrounded me. That is the best I could do to describe the feelings I felt when I was struggling. It was like living in the dark whilst every other little girl my age seemed to have their lights switched on to the maximum, with their big perfect families. Why couldn't I get a happy family?
~ Avni Ayesha.