Everything was falling apart
by Brianna Marie
This summer I cam home from vacation early. My Uncle Denny had fallen and died. I got home and shopped for my funeral get-up and attended on Friday. Helping me get through this was my almost, but not boyfriend Anthony. I had loved him for months but never had the courage to say anything.
A few weeks later I'd calmed down and Anthony showed signs of great depression. I didn't worry much because I thought he was strong enough to edure it. Last fall his Mom died, his Dad hated him, and he was hit by a car. So, I don't remeber sayong anything to him, or evem knowing it was that bad until he stabbed himself. He wasn't fast enough to kill himself, thank God but he lost alot of blood and got twenty stitches across his chest. Good bless his brother for finding him in time.
For weeks he seemed fine and we laughed and everything. Anthony lived in California and I live in PA. I only talked to him on facebook so you can imagine my heaetbreak when he left without anything but saying 'Too much dramma.' And killed himself. It was months ago but he was the only person left in my life that made me feel like I was walking on air.
I still feel strong for him and his memory will live on forever, as long as I have something to do with it. I hopeto create some kind of group for children and young adults who have tried to commit suicide. I don't want any other human to suffer the pain I have felt but the suicide rate increases every second. I wish I could talk evryone of them out of it.
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