Tomorrow will be the day three years prior in which i saw my best friend take their life.
This was a very traumatic point in my life, i had no idea what i myself, could do.
Her name was Rebecca, she was 15 at the time, to many she was a carefree, kind and a sweet young teen. In a sense she was, but people in their self concentrated lives were too busy to notice the other traits in which she hid, yet screamed for recognition in an attempt to save herself.
I was on school holidays at the time, when i met Bec, we met on pure chance, bumping into each other at the local park where i enjoyed reading books to get away to my imagination, a realm where i can escape the passing by of the world.
She tripped over me whilst walking across the grass, deciding to look up to the sky at that very moment not seeing my body as i joined her path.
We connected, becoming good friends, we shared secrets, i learnt about her troubles and helped her through it, she told me once; I’m not afraid of dying, its the only inevitability in our lives. I will never forget those words.
The reason she feared dying was being forgotten.
I tried my best, yet she was in a dark place, unable to reach out and grab the hand desperate to pull her out. I grabbed hold at once, enough to begin pulling her out, she got better, slowly but surely, we spent a lot of time together.
But she let go.
All i remember were her pleading eyes.
I wish things were different, it would be nice to see her smile again.
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