Personal Suicide Narrative

On 06-06-2018, at approximately 1818 hours, I was contacted by Cpl. F. Capitano, in reference to a suicide at 11513 Lake Ridge Road. Upon arrival I met with Cpl. G. Thomas, who advised what occurred. I then entered the residence with Deputy E. Palacios, who was the first deputy on scene, Deputy B. Shannon, who is the originating deputy and Crime Scene Tech S. Mawhinney, who responded to process the scene.

“My ex-girlfriend was taken away by the cop and taken to the local jail. My ex-girlfriend’s Dad showed up and I rode back with him to their house. Finally my parents came and picked me up. I went home and maybe got two hours of sleep, if you even call that sleep. The next morning, I went back to my ex-girlfriend’s house and she was later released from jail that day. For the longest time, we would just sit there in silence, because, what do you say? It was time to comfort one another. I not only felt bad about the whole situation, but I knew no one was going to believe me, us. Believe that a girl purposively jumped into the moving vehicle. I later learned that the girl who died had been suicidal. Earlier that day, before the accident,

Waiting for my twelfth surgery to begin, the nurse struggled to get the I.V. to work. She had tried numerous times without success and as I cried, a kind woman came in, held my hand, taught me techniques to calm down and helped get me a numbing shot. The nurse suddenly got the I.V. in on her next try! I was in awe of this angelic person whom I have since learned was a Child Life Specialist. I decided right then I wanted to be just like her.

I am walking off the school bus after an amazing friday at school like most fridays usually are. I can’t stop thinking about the party at my friends house tonight. I get ready for the party as fast as possible. We are just about ready to walk out the door and my mom asks me to run upstairs and grab something for her. So I run right upstairs full of excitement and on my way back down the stairs I trip on the third stair from the bottom and land on the floor. All of a sudden I feel this sharp pain in my foot. It has happened before so I just get up and say “ow” and figure the pain in my foot would go away in a couple of minutes. At my friends house I try my best to play the games and act like nothing's wrong, but I still have this thought in the back of my head that my foot hurts. After the party, I get back home and realize that my foot still hurts. Soon enough I am at the doctors and I see my x-ray. I have a stress fracture in my foot. That meant no basketball, no running around, and little activity. This is the first time I have broken a bone and it takes me a while to used to the boot, the crutches and the new lifestyle. Overcoming my

Surviving Suicide: A Memoir From Those Death Left Behind tells the story of one family and how they have coped with suicide.

Boom! I shook, cowering in fear under my bed as missiles whistled through the smoky air. Before heading out to school, I had been reviewing for my math midterm. I was in the midst of solving my Algebra problems, the midst of solving x. My whole world turned to a math problem. I closed my eyes and plunged into a surreal world. All I thought about is math. I was hungry to learn, and to tease my brain. Boom! My room’s window was shattered as shots were continuously fired. My eyes say a brilliant light from afar. I hugged my book, sobbed, and prayed that someone, anyone would rescue me. As I sat waiting in terror to be rescued, the war cries and x amount bullet sounds were

On February 10, 2015 I was admitted to West Regional Hospital for being suicidal. My friend, Sadye,  told the counselors about how I had temptations to drive off the road and hurt myself. I was then escorted to the hospital by two police officers. After I got to the hospital, I was met by a third police officer who took me up the elevator. When we finally arrived at the decided floor, a lady took me into a room to ask me many questions about suicide and what led me to it. After the interview, I had to wear clothes that looked like a purple prisoner-like outfit. I wasn't allowed to have any outside items like jewelry, cell phones, or even my own pair of socks. I stayed in the hospital for a little over a week, everyday I had to fill out paperwork

The guys and I were parked infront of this highschool we had spotted while buying food last week. We has taken a black van in an attempt to blend in. Maybe the people that notice will think we were just deliering things and there won’t be a problem. I decided that this was a good school for the shoot up because there were a lot of suicides and there appeared to be cliques by the way groups of people would meet eachother before disappearing into the school. Are plan was to wait till first period was going before sneaking in and attacking classrooms one by one. It was a fairly small school and it would be a pretty simple task if there weren’t any problems. The guys were getting impatient and I was trying to find was to entertain them, Nick was

It's been over two weeks and Evan is still not sure what he's gotten himself into and the only one to blame is himself and his wired therapy letters. So now where is he? Oh yeah, pretending to be Connor Murphy's best friend because his parents thought he wrote a suicide note to Evan. And of course, he just went with it. Told the Murphy's all about his great friendship with their son who was surely going to kill him once he woke up. Evan would love it if the ground could just open up and swallow him whole. His phone ringing interrupts his daydream about no longer existing. Evan pulls his phone out of his pocket and blanches when he sees it's Mrs. Murphy.

Morning came much too quickly, I barely managed a few hours of sleep. A beam of light shot straight into my vision, having penetrated the thin curtains. The droning of my alarm clock piercing my sub conscious. I would have to find a taxi to drive me to my workplace, so I left earlier than normal.

I am a second year student in the psychology masters program at Catholic University of America and I have a strong interest in suicide prevention and sexual assault crisis intervention.

When I was in the seventh grade I fell down the stairs at my junior high school on slushy December day. One of my friends helped me to the school nurse and when I got there she simply handed me a ziploc bag of ice and sent me on my way back to class. I went the rest of that day limping class to class. After school, my mother picked me up unaware of what happened earlier that day. Once I told her she took me to the emergency room right away. After numerous x-rays the verdict was in... I had fractured my growth plate in my left ankle. I believe the school should have taken better safety precautions since I was not the only one to fall on those stairs, there were two other falls on the same stair case prior to mine. In my option I think in

I couldn’t bare the idea of losing her. I tiptoed downstairs as silently as possible while frantically scanning the house. I spotted light coming from under the kitchen door which had been left ajar. Hearing hushed screams, I made my way towards it. It sounded like my mother so I peaked inside only to see my father menacingly towering over the kitchen counter and my mother on the other side. I was frozen and just kept looking at them. I shouldn’t have because when I looked closer I saw the hatred in each other’s eyes and something I thought I would never see in my mother’s reddened eyes … tears. My dad’s fists were tightened to the point where his knuckles where white and his face was hard while he spat every single word with venom. I don’t know how my mother managed, but she met his glare and kept her stance while looking equally mad. I couldn’t hear what they where saying at that time because I was so surprised. This scene, I can never unsee. I can’t tell how much time I stayed there watching them, but I deduced that what seemed to be like forever was maybe a few minutes. Thankfully they were so engrossed in their conversation, that they didn’t notice

So earlier I was crying and experiencing such an acute level of mental anguish that I was contemplating suicide might be the only option, the only way out. And now currently I’m feeling a bit rapturous laughing along with the Peasants.

I killed myself on august 21, 2016. I killed myself because I had failed. Two and a half years of failure. Considering I am 18, that is about 14 percent of my life. Fourteen percent where I let my parents, friends, coaches and teachers, and ultimately myself down. You there sitting in the chair, might be wondering, what the heck did this girl do? Well I’ll tell you. I gave myself away. I gave myself to a boy. Yes, a stupid boy. I gave all my effort, attention, and love to this boy. And what did receive in return? Heartache, dishonesty, and the separation from my family, friends and God. I was cheated on. I was lied to. Daily, I was verbally abused. I was first sexually abused when he forced himself on me when I was 15. I did not tell a soul.