There comes a point..
in life where you have to fight for what you want. I didn't
want her to hurt herself. I didn't want her to end her
life, because of temporary problems she was going through.
So I talked to her for a long time, convincing her not to
do it. She was on the urge of doing it, she was almost there.
She built up the strength to end her own life. This girl is my
best friend. And we have our ups and downs, but I
wouldn't even be able to live with myself if she was gone.
Words can't even explain how important she is to me. She
brings up my confidence, and she knows absolutely everything
about me. I talked to her until I knew she was okay, because I
wasn't going to stop until she was. Because what if in the
moment I stopped talking to her she killed herself? That would
make me feel so disgusting inside. After hours of talking to
her, I got her to tell me that she was going to go get help.
She told me I saved her life, and when she told me that, tears
dropped down my eyes. And I never felt
better. my
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