Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

chapter one: how is this true/
     My bestest friend in the world killed herself. let me tell you why and how. At first she would talk to me and say things about killing herself, but everone was saying things about that, but nobody actually did it. She had a great life, a great freind like me, everbody loved her. she was perfect, not a single flaw. there was nothing going on with her family really but she just felt depressed, like she didnt have a place in the world anymore. she started cutting her wrists and it was horrible, i asked her to stop but she didnt, then i became depressed seeing that she was hurting herself and i just couldnt understand why, she told me that nobody cared about her,  and that nobody wanted her, i wanted her, i cared about her, but it was never enough. my name is jenna and her name is isla, this is our story.
     chapter 2: how she killed herself
     one day we where at school and she asked me to call the 911 imedietly because she had regreted her decison i asked her about what decision she had made, she passed out and her mouth started foaming i immidietly yelled for help, i called 911 and told them that i think she had  o.d, they came as fast as they could but they couldnt save her. i was crying, we where dating at the time atnd i loved her, and i thought she loved me but it really wasn't enough. i wanted to killl myself too.
     chapter 3: depressed
     i became very depressed, i thought the dead roses in my room were happier then me, but i never showed it so no one ever knew, i tried cutting myslef but i couldnt do it, i stopped and i thought about my family. my other freinds, and how those people woyld feel if i was gone. i wish isla would have thought about that too but she didnt.
     chapter 4: theres always another way out.
     i decided to talk to my mom about it. she told me there was always another way out, i wouldnt go to therapy because i wasnt as depressed as isla was, but i was stil very depressed. my mom told me to just keep breathing and think happy thought, to think about all the fun things me and isla did, and to make new freinds and try and forget about what isla did. so i did that.
                      authors note
     i am only 11 years old, and i feel bad for everbody who has killed themselves, and people who want to. plz don't, there is always another way out. my name is JaDah, this is not a true story but i think it will be touching and a great story for some people. Thanks for reading.