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'She did it again' was all I could think. I had just found out that my friend was tooken to the hospital, because she had cut herself again. This time the cuts were so deep that she needed stitches. They drew some blood from her and found out that she had overdosed on heroin.
'I can't believe she did it again' I said to her brother, James, who I happened to be dating.
'I think I saw it coming' he said sadly
'Why didn't you say anything?' I almost cried
'Because I wanted to be wrong, I wanted to just be thinking I was being overprotected. I didn't want to loose her. But I think it may be to late.'
'Don't say that' I was crying now 'We can't loose her. She'll change. She'll be okay. She just needs help'
'I know, I know that I shouldn't have said that' He whispered. He was holding me now. Trying to comfort me. Protect me from my fear of loosing my best friend. Trying to get rid of the pain.
But it was to late. I was lost in flashbacks and tears and my fear had already swallowed me. I started hyperventilating. Something was really wrong. I could feel it. Then his cell phone went off. We were in the waiting room waiting while she was getting stitches. It was his best friend. He quickly turned off his phone. At that moment the doctor walked in and asked my boyfriend to go with him. James said he would not go unless I could go, too. The doctor then asked, 'What relationship do you have with her?' He said the words to me.
'She's my best friend. More like a sister than anything else.' I whispered.
'You might as well come. You both will need each others support.'
As soon as we walked into his office, he said, 'She didn't make it. She died from blood loss…'
That was all I heard. I fell to the floor, because I refused to sit. I was on my knees over a garbage can, puking bile, because I hadn't eaten at all that day. James was holding my hair back and crying himself. I was empty. James had to half carry me out to the car. The doctor was looking at me as if I was the one who needed hospitalization. I don't remember much more. I slept on James' bed and He stayed up all night. I don't think I really slept, but laid there completely empty and drained. I was broken and hurt. My best friend would never hug me. I could never help her through another problem.
Everything I knew ended that day.
'I can't believe she did it again' I said to her brother, James, who I happened to be dating.
'I think I saw it coming' he said sadly
'Why didn't you say anything?' I almost cried
'Because I wanted to be wrong, I wanted to just be thinking I was being overprotected. I didn't want to loose her. But I think it may be to late.'
'Don't say that' I was crying now 'We can't loose her. She'll change. She'll be okay. She just needs help'
'I know, I know that I shouldn't have said that' He whispered. He was holding me now. Trying to comfort me. Protect me from my fear of loosing my best friend. Trying to get rid of the pain.
But it was to late. I was lost in flashbacks and tears and my fear had already swallowed me. I started hyperventilating. Something was really wrong. I could feel it. Then his cell phone went off. We were in the waiting room waiting while she was getting stitches. It was his best friend. He quickly turned off his phone. At that moment the doctor walked in and asked my boyfriend to go with him. James said he would not go unless I could go, too. The doctor then asked, 'What relationship do you have with her?' He said the words to me.
'She's my best friend. More like a sister than anything else.' I whispered.
'You might as well come. You both will need each others support.'
As soon as we walked into his office, he said, 'She didn't make it. She died from blood loss…'
That was all I heard. I fell to the floor, because I refused to sit. I was on my knees over a garbage can, puking bile, because I hadn't eaten at all that day. James was holding my hair back and crying himself. I was empty. James had to half carry me out to the car. The doctor was looking at me as if I was the one who needed hospitalization. I don't remember much more. I slept on James' bed and He stayed up all night. I don't think I really slept, but laid there completely empty and drained. I was broken and hurt. My best friend would never hug me. I could never help her through another problem.
Everything I knew ended that day.
Watching Her
A 16-year-old girl, named Janie, went to the mall one day. She was wearing a t-shirt for the first time in over a year. Her cuts just recently got deeper, when her best friend of 10 years died just over a
month ago. She was sitting alone on a bench in the mall by the Hot Topic, when a little boy walked
up to her and asked,
"Why do you cut yourself?"
She was taken aback by the comment and responded,"How old are you?"
"8-years-old, almost 9"
"Why do you ask about my cuts?"
"Because I've cut myself too, when my dad beats my mom, my little sister, and me." The little boy almost started crying.
"I guess I cut myself, because I needed to
Young Love
A 14-year-old girl, named Jesse, walked up to a 15-year-old boy, named Jared.
"Why haven't you ever noticed me? I've had a crush on you for 3 years. I've tried to say hi to you a million times, but you always just walk away as if I'm not even there. I just don't understand. Everyone knows. So why don't you?" Jesse said through her tears.
She opened her mouth to say more, but Jared put a finger over her lips to quiet her.
"I have noticed you. How could I not? You're a social butterfly. (laughs) Everyone knows you. And believe it or not I really do like you. I'm just afraid of loosing you completely. You make me so nervous. I
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One of my diagnoses is Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD). I don't know if that's why I'm having such a hard time with David (my fiance) being 1500 miles away
He is supposed to be moving up here in the beginning of December, but I have a weird feeling that he isn't coming and I don't know why. It really sucks because it seems like no one understands. People just keep telling me that it should be getting easier, but its not
Its getting harder and I don't know why. It really sucks though because feeling this way makes everyday harder and harder to get through. I am not suicidal and I don't cut anymore and I know I won't. But I can't f
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That is such a good portrail of how friends feel when kids start cutting themsleves. I remember feeling like that too. Thank you.