Dear friend,
In your last entry in our notebook I asked you if you were still scared to commit suicide. I knew about your plans if you were pushed over the edge, and you kept running closer and closer to the edge that leads over the deep canyon. You never answered, and I simply did not need an answer to know from reading your entries. You kept endlessly thinking about painless suicide without knowing how much it would hurt to loose you.
Kara* was pushed to the point where she would cry without notice in front of a room full of peers. She would blurt everything out to her mom, about your suicidal ways. She couldn?t take it anymore; she knew what we had to do.
She walked up to me in Homeroom, and whispered into my ear so only I could hear what she was trying to say, "We have to tell the Guidance Counselor, she needs help." We knew you might never trust us again, but we loved you like family, and couldn't watch you suffer any longer. I was afraid this would put you over the edge, but sometimes facing your fears is the only way to end up helping someone you love.
During third period, Kara and I walked down to the Guidance Office and asked to speak to Mr. S. With the notebook in hand, we walked into his cluttered office and sat down. I choked the words out of my mouth, "We think you should read this." He looked at us confused, and I pushed the notebook closer to him.
He started reading the entries you made, and what I wrote back. My emotions were a ticking time bomb ready to blow everything up. We sat there awkwardly looking at each other trying to comfort each other. I leaned my head against Kara's shoulder as he continued to read.
He asked us questions about you that we tried to answer our best without tears falling from our eyes. He took you out of lunch and we tried to our fullest ability to go back to our normal lives knowing that your deepest secret had just been revealed. Lunch was over and Kara and I went our separate ways to different classes.
Mr. S pulled us out of class and took us to the nurse's office where you were in tears. We sat there giving each other hugs letting the tears fill our eyes. It was the first time that whole week I laughed as hard as I did.
I guess that's a great thing about friendship, no matter what the situation you can always find something funny to say, and make the drabbest of times the best.
Mr. S came in and started asking questions about your parents and their verbal abuse, and the times you are bullied. You told him everything. He made the suggestion about talking to a counselor, and you even said you didn't care the gender as long as they're not as creepy as me. Do I take that as a compliment?
I was drained emotionally, but I felt like the anvil was lifted off my shoulders and taken back to the welding shop. You're still sad, and I don't know if our attempt failed, but at least we brought this ongoing problem into sight of the school and your parents.
I'm glad you aren''t mad at me, because I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you, and you're the best friend a girl could ever ask for. Through all good and bad, we stand united, the three of us, you, me, and Kara.
Author's Note: Friendship is a hard thing, but no matter how hard, you cannot just give up on it. You have to stand up, hold on tight, and ride the roller coaster wherever it may take you in life.
*Names changed for privacy
"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." -Walter Winchell
