This is the true story about one of my Друзья who had long suffered from abuse in many different ways, especially from her peers. Before I tell Ты this story, I warn Ты that there is some subject matter that shouldn't be viewed by children. The names of the people have been changed, as per the request of my friend. Please understand that suicide is a hard subject to talk about, but everytime we refuse to talk of it, someone else takes their own life. If Ты или anyone Ты know is contemplating suicide, please get help, even if it is just telling your parents.
The school bus had dropped me off in front of the drab little gas station. I pulled my sweater close around me as the autumn chill nipped at my skin. Gemma and I walked around the building and up a small cement path towards my apartment complex. We talked excitedly about a концерт we were planning on seeing later that evening. We had no idea what was about to happen. We made it to my small apartment and I crawled in through a window to unlock the door. As we were putting our Книги away my older brother, Wade, threw the front door opened with a panicked look in his eyes. "Nikki! Gem!" he yelled, "It's Tori!" We dropped our stuff and ran out the door.
"What's going on?" Gemma asked. We'd known for several years that Tori was depressed, and we knew that the people at her school were making her life a living hell. "Her mom. She called her a mistake. Tor ran into the house and locked the door. She won't let me in." Wade replied. He sounded really stressed and worried. Who could blame the guy, Tori was his girlfriend. Unfortunately, I had knew this день was coming. I followed my brother and my friend silently. I watched the trees, their fiery leaves falling under a cloud-covered sky, and I thought about everything Tori had been through. I thought about the foster homes where the parents would beat her and molest her. I thought about her siblings who constantly degraded her. I even thought about the fools she went to school with her who labeled her crazy and called her a whore and other bad names daily. Who were they to make her feel that way? I bit my bottom lip and picked up the pace, running past Gemma and Wade.
Tori's door was locked. We all but beat it down, screaming for her to answer. About two минуты afterwards my younger brother, Mike, showed up to help. Still, she wouldn't open the door. "Alright," I said, suddenly frantic, "Mike, go get the phone, call 911. Wade I'm going to need your help. Gemma stay here and keep knocking." I lead Wade around the building to a high window facing a chainlink fence covered in dead vines. "Lift me up." I told him. He boosted me up to the window and I popped the screen off. I pushed up on the ledge just enough to make sure the window wasn't locked and then put my hands on the glass. I pushed up the window and rolled into a small room with pictures of rappers and movie stars on the wall. Then I heard it. Someone was crying down the hallway. Agony was laced in every strangled sob.
My resolve hardened and I rushed down the hall towards the living room. Before I even looked around I opened the front door for my brother and Gemma. They gasped and I turned around. There were no lights on, but the windows let in enough to see. Tori sat hunched over on the floor in front of a destroyed кухня chair. Three knives, one butcher, two pocket, laid around her. Twenty different pill bottles were opened, all of their contents spilled out. At least a dozen single serve asprin packets were torn open littering the floor.
If the scene made me nauseous, Tori's appearance made me want to faint. Her long ashy blonde hair was disheveled and tangled. Tears flowed down her face, staining it with mascara. Her baggy clothes were covered in blood, and her body looked broken. Crimson blood gushed from deep wounds on her wrists and on her stomach, and several smaller scratches and cuts riddled her visible skin.
Gemma was Холодное сердце in shock and terror, but Wade was livid. He started to scream at Tori, demanding to know what she was thinking. I laid my hand lightly on his sholder and bade him to be quiet. I approached Tori and knelt beside her, "How many did Ты take?"
"I don't know...20?" She was dazed, so I acted quickly. I tossed the knives to Gemma, and sent Wade after a постель, кровати sheet. When he returned I ripped pieces of the sheet off and tried to заворачивать, обертывание Tori's wounds, but she started to get angry. "GIVE ME MY KNIVES!" she yelled, "I NEED THEM!"
"No." I сказал(-а) calmly, but firmly.
"YOU'RE A BITCH!" She continued, "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT MY FEELINGS! NO ONE DOES!"
"If I didn't Tori, I wouldn't be standing here."
"YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE HAPPY!"
"I do, honey, but this isn't the way."
"HOW DO Ты KNOW?"
"Because killing yourself is the cowards way out." She started to cry harder and she collapsed. Wade came to sit Далее to her and cradled her while I wrapped her wrists. After a few еще минуты the paramedics rushed through the door and put her on the gurney. We watched from the window as they put her in the ambulence and her mother, who'd just arrived home, climbed into the back with her. She shot me a dirty look and I flipped her off.
Tori had to have her stomach pumped, and thankfully she had cut her wrists in the wrong direction. Her other cuts were superficial and didn't cause any real damage, but her pain, anger, and sadness have left their mark on me.
The school bus had dropped me off in front of the drab little gas station. I pulled my sweater close around me as the autumn chill nipped at my skin. Gemma and I walked around the building and up a small cement path towards my apartment complex. We talked excitedly about a концерт we were planning on seeing later that evening. We had no idea what was about to happen. We made it to my small apartment and I crawled in through a window to unlock the door. As we were putting our Книги away my older brother, Wade, threw the front door opened with a panicked look in his eyes. "Nikki! Gem!" he yelled, "It's Tori!" We dropped our stuff and ran out the door.
"What's going on?" Gemma asked. We'd known for several years that Tori was depressed, and we knew that the people at her school were making her life a living hell. "Her mom. She called her a mistake. Tor ran into the house and locked the door. She won't let me in." Wade replied. He sounded really stressed and worried. Who could blame the guy, Tori was his girlfriend. Unfortunately, I had knew this день was coming. I followed my brother and my friend silently. I watched the trees, their fiery leaves falling under a cloud-covered sky, and I thought about everything Tori had been through. I thought about the foster homes where the parents would beat her and molest her. I thought about her siblings who constantly degraded her. I even thought about the fools she went to school with her who labeled her crazy and called her a whore and other bad names daily. Who were they to make her feel that way? I bit my bottom lip and picked up the pace, running past Gemma and Wade.
Tori's door was locked. We all but beat it down, screaming for her to answer. About two минуты afterwards my younger brother, Mike, showed up to help. Still, she wouldn't open the door. "Alright," I said, suddenly frantic, "Mike, go get the phone, call 911. Wade I'm going to need your help. Gemma stay here and keep knocking." I lead Wade around the building to a high window facing a chainlink fence covered in dead vines. "Lift me up." I told him. He boosted me up to the window and I popped the screen off. I pushed up on the ledge just enough to make sure the window wasn't locked and then put my hands on the glass. I pushed up the window and rolled into a small room with pictures of rappers and movie stars on the wall. Then I heard it. Someone was crying down the hallway. Agony was laced in every strangled sob.
My resolve hardened and I rushed down the hall towards the living room. Before I even looked around I opened the front door for my brother and Gemma. They gasped and I turned around. There were no lights on, but the windows let in enough to see. Tori sat hunched over on the floor in front of a destroyed кухня chair. Three knives, one butcher, two pocket, laid around her. Twenty different pill bottles were opened, all of their contents spilled out. At least a dozen single serve asprin packets were torn open littering the floor.
If the scene made me nauseous, Tori's appearance made me want to faint. Her long ashy blonde hair was disheveled and tangled. Tears flowed down her face, staining it with mascara. Her baggy clothes were covered in blood, and her body looked broken. Crimson blood gushed from deep wounds on her wrists and on her stomach, and several smaller scratches and cuts riddled her visible skin.
Gemma was Холодное сердце in shock and terror, but Wade was livid. He started to scream at Tori, demanding to know what she was thinking. I laid my hand lightly on his sholder and bade him to be quiet. I approached Tori and knelt beside her, "How many did Ты take?"
"I don't know...20?" She was dazed, so I acted quickly. I tossed the knives to Gemma, and sent Wade after a постель, кровати sheet. When he returned I ripped pieces of the sheet off and tried to заворачивать, обертывание Tori's wounds, but she started to get angry. "GIVE ME MY KNIVES!" she yelled, "I NEED THEM!"
"No." I сказал(-а) calmly, but firmly.
"YOU'RE A BITCH!" She continued, "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT MY FEELINGS! NO ONE DOES!"
"If I didn't Tori, I wouldn't be standing here."
"YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE HAPPY!"
"I do, honey, but this isn't the way."
"HOW DO Ты KNOW?"
"Because killing yourself is the cowards way out." She started to cry harder and she collapsed. Wade came to sit Далее to her and cradled her while I wrapped her wrists. After a few еще минуты the paramedics rushed through the door and put her on the gurney. We watched from the window as they put her in the ambulence and her mother, who'd just arrived home, climbed into the back with her. She shot me a dirty look and I flipped her off.
Tori had to have her stomach pumped, and thankfully she had cut her wrists in the wrong direction. Her other cuts were superficial and didn't cause any real damage, but her pain, anger, and sadness have left their mark on me.
This is the true story about one of my Друзья who had long suffered from abuse in many different ways, especially from her peers. Before I tell Ты this story, I warn Ты that there is some subject matter that shouldn't be viewed by children. The names of the people have been changed, as per the request of my friend. Please understand that suicide is a hard subject to talk about, but everytime we refuse to talk of it, someone else takes their own life. If Ты или anyone Ты know is contemplating suicide, please get help, even if it is just telling your parents.
The school bus had dropped me off in front of the drab little gas station. I pulled my sweater close around me as the autumn chill nipped at my skin. Gemma and I walked around the building and up a small cement path towards my apartment complex. We talked excitedly about a концерт we were planning on seeing later that evening. We had no idea what was about to happen. We made it to my small apartment and I crawled in through a window to unlock the door. As we were putting our Книги away my older brother, Wade, threw the front door opened with a panicked look in his eyes. "Nikki! Gem!" he yelled, "It's Tori!" We dropped our stuff and ran out the door.
"What's going on?" Gemma asked. We'd known for several years that Tori was depressed, and we knew that the people at her school were making her life a living hell. "Her mom. She called her a mistake. Tor ran into the house and locked the door. She won't let me in." Wade replied. He sounded really stressed and worried. Who could blame the guy, Tori was his girlfriend. Unfortunately, I had knew this день was coming. I followed my brother and my friend silently. I watched the trees, their fiery leaves falling under a cloud-covered sky, and I thought about everything Tori had been through. I thought about the foster homes where the parents would beat her and molest her. I thought about her siblings who constantly degraded her. I even thought about the fools she went to school with her who labeled her crazy and called her a whore and other bad names daily. Who were they to make her feel that way? I bit my bottom lip and picked up the pace, running past Gemma and Wade.
Tori's door was locked. We all but beat it down, screaming for her to answer. About two минуты afterwards my younger brother, Mike, showed up to help. Still, she wouldn't open the door. "Alright," I said, suddenly frantic, "Mike, go get the phone, call 911. Wade I'm going to need your help. Gemma stay here and keep knocking." I lead Wade around the building to a high window facing a chainlink fence covered in dead vines. "Lift me up." I told him. He boosted me up to the window and I popped the screen off. I pushed up on the ledge just enough to make sure the window wasn't locked and then put my hands on the glass. I pushed up the window and rolled into a small room with pictures of rappers and movie stars on the wall. Then I heard it. Someone was crying down the hallway. Agony was laced in every strangled sob.
My resolve hardened and I rushed down the hall towards the living room. Before I even looked around I opened the front door for my brother and Gemma. They gasped and I turned around. There were no lights on, but the windows let in enough to see. Tori sat hunched over on the floor in front of a destroyed кухня chair. Three knives, one butcher, two pocket, laid around her. Twenty different pill bottles were opened, all of their contents spilled out. At least a dozen single serve asprin packets were torn open littering the floor.
If the scene made me nauseous, Tori's appearance made me want to faint. Her long ashy blonde hair was disheveled and tangled. Tears flowed down her face, staining it with mascara. Her baggy clothes were covered in blood, and her body looked broken. Crimson blood gushed from deep wounds on her wrists and on her stomach, and several smaller scratches and cuts riddled her visible skin.
Gemma was Холодное сердце in shock and terror, but Wade was livid. He started to scream at Tori, demanding to know what she was thinking. I laid my hand lightly on his sholder and bade him to be quiet. I approached Tori and knelt beside her, "How many did Ты take?"
"I don't know...20?" She was dazed, so I acted quickly. I tossed the knives to Gemma, and sent Wade after a постель, кровати sheet. When he returned I ripped pieces of the sheet off and tried to заворачивать, обертывание Tori's wounds, but she started to get angry. "GIVE ME MY KNIVES!" she yelled, "I NEED THEM!"
"No." I сказал(-а) calmly, but firmly.
"YOU'RE A BITCH!" She continued, "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT MY FEELINGS! NO ONE DOES!"
"If I didn't Tori, I wouldn't be standing here."
"YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE HAPPY!"
"I do, honey, but this isn't the way."
"HOW DO Ты KNOW?"
"Because killing yourself is the cowards way out." She started to cry harder and she collapsed. Wade came to sit Далее to her and cradled her while I wrapped her wrists. After a few еще минуты the paramedics rushed through the door and put her on the gurney. We watched from the window as they put her in the ambulence and her mother, who'd just arrived home, climbed into the back with her. She shot me a dirty look and I flipped her off.
Tori had to have her stomach pumped, and thankfully she had cut her wrists in the wrong direction. Her other cuts were superficial and didn't cause any real damage, but her pain, anger, and sadness have left their mark on me.
The school bus had dropped me off in front of the drab little gas station. I pulled my sweater close around me as the autumn chill nipped at my skin. Gemma and I walked around the building and up a small cement path towards my apartment complex. We talked excitedly about a концерт we were planning on seeing later that evening. We had no idea what was about to happen. We made it to my small apartment and I crawled in through a window to unlock the door. As we were putting our Книги away my older brother, Wade, threw the front door opened with a panicked look in his eyes. "Nikki! Gem!" he yelled, "It's Tori!" We dropped our stuff and ran out the door.
"What's going on?" Gemma asked. We'd known for several years that Tori was depressed, and we knew that the people at her school were making her life a living hell. "Her mom. She called her a mistake. Tor ran into the house and locked the door. She won't let me in." Wade replied. He sounded really stressed and worried. Who could blame the guy, Tori was his girlfriend. Unfortunately, I had knew this день was coming. I followed my brother and my friend silently. I watched the trees, their fiery leaves falling under a cloud-covered sky, and I thought about everything Tori had been through. I thought about the foster homes where the parents would beat her and molest her. I thought about her siblings who constantly degraded her. I even thought about the fools she went to school with her who labeled her crazy and called her a whore and other bad names daily. Who were they to make her feel that way? I bit my bottom lip and picked up the pace, running past Gemma and Wade.
Tori's door was locked. We all but beat it down, screaming for her to answer. About two минуты afterwards my younger brother, Mike, showed up to help. Still, she wouldn't open the door. "Alright," I said, suddenly frantic, "Mike, go get the phone, call 911. Wade I'm going to need your help. Gemma stay here and keep knocking." I lead Wade around the building to a high window facing a chainlink fence covered in dead vines. "Lift me up." I told him. He boosted me up to the window and I popped the screen off. I pushed up on the ledge just enough to make sure the window wasn't locked and then put my hands on the glass. I pushed up the window and rolled into a small room with pictures of rappers and movie stars on the wall. Then I heard it. Someone was crying down the hallway. Agony was laced in every strangled sob.
My resolve hardened and I rushed down the hall towards the living room. Before I even looked around I opened the front door for my brother and Gemma. They gasped and I turned around. There were no lights on, but the windows let in enough to see. Tori sat hunched over on the floor in front of a destroyed кухня chair. Three knives, one butcher, two pocket, laid around her. Twenty different pill bottles were opened, all of their contents spilled out. At least a dozen single serve asprin packets were torn open littering the floor.
If the scene made me nauseous, Tori's appearance made me want to faint. Her long ashy blonde hair was disheveled and tangled. Tears flowed down her face, staining it with mascara. Her baggy clothes were covered in blood, and her body looked broken. Crimson blood gushed from deep wounds on her wrists and on her stomach, and several smaller scratches and cuts riddled her visible skin.
Gemma was Холодное сердце in shock and terror, but Wade was livid. He started to scream at Tori, demanding to know what she was thinking. I laid my hand lightly on his sholder and bade him to be quiet. I approached Tori and knelt beside her, "How many did Ты take?"
"I don't know...20?" She was dazed, so I acted quickly. I tossed the knives to Gemma, and sent Wade after a постель, кровати sheet. When he returned I ripped pieces of the sheet off and tried to заворачивать, обертывание Tori's wounds, but she started to get angry. "GIVE ME MY KNIVES!" she yelled, "I NEED THEM!"
"No." I сказал(-а) calmly, but firmly.
"YOU'RE A BITCH!" She continued, "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT MY FEELINGS! NO ONE DOES!"
"If I didn't Tori, I wouldn't be standing here."
"YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE HAPPY!"
"I do, honey, but this isn't the way."
"HOW DO Ты KNOW?"
"Because killing yourself is the cowards way out." She started to cry harder and she collapsed. Wade came to sit Далее to her and cradled her while I wrapped her wrists. After a few еще минуты the paramedics rushed through the door and put her on the gurney. We watched from the window as they put her in the ambulence and her mother, who'd just arrived home, climbed into the back with her. She shot me a dirty look and I flipped her off.
Tori had to have her stomach pumped, and thankfully she had cut her wrists in the wrong direction. Her other cuts were superficial and didn't cause any real damage, but her pain, anger, and sadness have left their mark on me.