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  • Essay / Saving a Friend from Suicide - 830

    Saving a Life My stomach drops at the thought of something going wrong, what would be the answer I could never have been ready for. I call my best friend late at night, for some reason she's the only voice I wanted to hear, the only person I wanted to tell me everything will be okay. She answers the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears falling I ask her what's wrong. The floodgates open with only the horrible words “I can’t do this anymore.” My heart races when I tell him I'm on my way, what I was going to see will never leave my thoughts. As I arrived at her apartment, she didn't open the door, I just walked in. I walked down the hallway. all the way to her room where she had pills and a beer and a list written to ensure that this would be her last recipe, a recipe for death. All I could do was scream, “What are you thinking, he’s not worth your life!” I started taking the pills, putting them back in a container and having the beer. I hid the pills in my purse and went to get some water. I begged her to drink water and remind her...