Personal Narrative-Assisted Suicide

I’m not going to begin this story with absurdity, instead I am going to relive a year that went by so freaking fast that I nearly forgot half of it, but what I do remember has left me with a little knowledge and a lot of pain that will last a lifetime. This year is the year the suicides began. First, before I make any person feel a little tearful or for the tough guys only tearful in the inside and never on the outside, let’s go back to the year before; as a freshman.

Chris awoke early and had a cigarette whilst talking with his girlfriend this morning. His father later came to see him in the morning and gave him a hand to do his laundry however Chris got upset with his father and was feeling in a low mood. He came to chat to me for a while and engaged well explaining that he didn’t know why he felt the way that did. He at one point said that he felt suicidal however it was a thought and not something that he would take immediate action on. I managed to change Chris’s mood by making light humour of things and said that if he was still feeling like that to inform staff or let his father know. I explained that this would be something that he could discuss tomorrow at his review. Chris therefore apologised

“Don’t be a smart ass. You know what I’m talking about. Those metaphysical abilities you possess can’t be for you only. You just got them through an accident. But your KEG abilities seem to desert you sometimes.”

"So what did you bring with you, and we are going to Maxie's County Bar. You know where that is right, and you didn't hear that from me."

“That fellow has done nothing but stare at you.” Sam said as he pointed to a man in the corner. He wore a hood that covered his face in shadows, as he smoked from his e-cigarette.

"You've got to stop, Care. They're going to find out and you're going to be paying the high price for that. Look, you built up a tolerance against it and now you're addicted, you're no better than a pill popper," Peter says making me angry.

She moved in colour, even after she died. When everyone else was living in black and white, under grey skies, she had bright red hair and rosy cheeks. Her blue-eyed gaze still makes me feel exposed, even now. I haven't seen her for weeks, but it seems that I’m still trying to stay afloat in the ever-crashing waves that emit from her intimate glance.

"Yeah yeah you can bum one off me." He pulled out another and handed it to Louis along with the lighter. Louis noticed the pout Harry gave as he took the first drag but he ignored it. Liam didnt seem to mind but he wasnt going to partake.

“I need the carb cap otherwise I’ll cough my lungs out if I try to dab without it.”

" I was part of a big drug deal. What about you, how did you get in here?"

“I believe that they are planning to go to the media or worse the police.” He stopped so as to light a cigarette followed a moment later with a couple of puffs after which he resumed forcefully, “That’s why it’s fucken’ imperative that you get hold of that tape and destroy it,

"I really haven’t done [cocaine] more than 10 or 15 times. I’ve done it like 10 or 15 times. No, it never felt good the next day. It was a party thing. I snorted it. I never injected anything other than get B12 shots."

“You’re already questioning whether you’re becoming an alcoholic or an addict. You even think you might be crazy.”

“Yes sir. The special access librarian will provide complimentary ones in the smoking section.” The guard snapped a smart nod and then pointed toward a row of towering

“Don’t make me smoke alone.” Maggie pleaded before she forced the joint into Rodney’s grasp, “It’s bad luck.”