In the ninth grade my best friend attempted suicide. The doctors have no idea how she survived. When she overdosed on hydrocodone and some of her father’s prescription medicines, it had caused severe intestinal bleeding. Nobody knows how she lived from that.
I remember going to the hospital to see her when she was in her near death state of being. She looked as if somebody had took a knife, cut an incision in her, and just let her blood drain out from her limp body. I was afraid to hug her. I don’t know why I was scared to hug her… I guess seeing her so limp and pale and hooked up to all types of tubes, frightened me. For the first few hours at the hospital she didn’t even know I was there. I sat there alone, and just stared at the girl who was once so …show more content…
It’s what teenage girls do, I guess you could say. We always had so much fun together… Was I a bad friend? A good friend would have known that her best friend was severely unhappy. So unhappy that she wanted to die.
My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest and replaced with just pure sadness and emptiness. She was my absolute rock. I loved her as if she was my sister. I confided with her, cried with her, and laughed with her. We always talked about our future. How we were both going to get out of this town. She would move to a small town in Louisiana and become a truck driver, and I would move to a small town on the outskirts of Mobile, Alabama and become an orthodontist. Neither one of us wanted a husband or family, just each other. Even though we would live hundreds of miles away, we would always keep in touch.
Nurses rushed in, but they seemed as if they walked in slow motion. They began CPR on her and began hooking her up with even more IV’s. She just layed there, showing no signs of pain or anything. I could faintly hear the shouting of voices… along with the dreadful “beeeeep” of the heart monitor. I simply sat there. Showing no emotion. I felt
I remember going to the hospital to see her when she was in her near death state of being. She looked as if somebody had took a knife, cut an incision in her, and just let her blood drain out from her limp body. I was afraid to hug her. I don’t know why I was scared to hug her… I guess seeing her so limp and pale and hooked up to all types of tubes, frightened me. For the first few hours at the hospital she didn’t even know I was there. I sat there alone, and just stared at the girl who was once so …show more content…
It’s what teenage girls do, I guess you could say. We always had so much fun together… Was I a bad friend? A good friend would have known that her best friend was severely unhappy. So unhappy that she wanted to die.
My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest and replaced with just pure sadness and emptiness. She was my absolute rock. I loved her as if she was my sister. I confided with her, cried with her, and laughed with her. We always talked about our future. How we were both going to get out of this town. She would move to a small town in Louisiana and become a truck driver, and I would move to a small town on the outskirts of Mobile, Alabama and become an orthodontist. Neither one of us wanted a husband or family, just each other. Even though we would live hundreds of miles away, we would always keep in touch.
Nurses rushed in, but they seemed as if they walked in slow motion. They began CPR on her and began hooking her up with even more IV’s. She just layed there, showing no signs of pain or anything. I could faintly hear the shouting of voices… along with the dreadful “beeeeep” of the heart monitor. I simply sat there. Showing no emotion. I felt