Suicide Narrative

I'm still not quite sure how it happened, I think I did something to displease him in some way. One day he just stopped speaking to me. My heart ever so slowly broke, every day that he acted, though I never existed. What was once whole was shattered; where before there was peace is isolation, echoes of an affection I put my everything into. With each passing day he took another step away. No matter how many times I asked what I had done wrong he never had an answer. The days were slow, cold, and wretched. I felt as if there was something wrong with me. For some time after that, I felt I would never love someone again. I had been heartbroken before, but there was always a reason that helped ease the pain of it away. When he gave me no explanation it was like a wound left open to

It had been 8 months, my boyfriend and I had been together off and on. I had invested time, love and energy into this relationship. There have been hard times with him where I just wanted to give up on us but I couldn’t. He was constantly going out and I would be forced to stay in the house, this caused me to not trust him because I knew he was going to be out messing around with females. In the back of my head I knew he had been out messing with other females and I always wanted to speak up I just never had any proof. And I could always tell when he was lying, so I always knew when he was out creeping or lying about where he was going. The things he did hurt me, and affected me in a big way, my ex caused me to feel insecure, weak, and vulnerable. Not only did he hurt me physically but he damaged me mentally. I trusted this guy with my heart, mind, and time; he was my best friend, and my lover and he managed to break all of the trust I had for him within seconds. It’s stated in Cheat Sheet that “Getting cheated on can leave you with an indescribably bad feeling that never seems to completely go away” (Sheriesa).

Although I didn’t see it all come charging at me like one of those bulky football players on the television, soon enough, specifically after 6 months, the first bolder of pain came crashing in. “I didn’t mean too” “I love you I promise” “It all happened too fast”, those are a few of the phrases that left me stranded in my own head. Being so young I was perplexed by the words rolling off her tongue so easily. Without even acknowledging it, that moment changed me forever. Mentally I was unstable, physically I felt drained, and emotionally I was crushed. Heart break was something I could never bear the thought of, which is why I kept myself hidden from it for so long. Since I was trying new things already, being the loving, selfless person I am, I forgave her mistake with the simple condition that she “promised” never to break me down again. It was childish to think anyone kept promises these days. Life went on, I constantly tried to get the spitting image of her lips on someone else’s out of my head but it became a tougher battle to fight every day. Sadly, I became the contributor of my own pain and within a month I was no longer the same innocent 14-year-old I was before.

Although, I can never be revived, I hope he realizes what he has done, and what he has taken from me as a result of his own mental instability. I can’t imagine the pain my grandchildren will feel when they find out that their grandfather won’t make it to their birthday this year because someone selfishly robbed them. I can’t imagine the pain my children will feel when they figure out that there will be no more family barbeques on Saturday anymore. My son can’t even bring himself to use the grill anymore, or drive past my house where the incident occurred. It’s now the day of my funeral, I am surrounded by everyone who loves me, and they’re all crying, saying this never should have happened and that the person who did this will pay. There’s a rumor going around town saying that he had some form of mental illness, something was mentioned of schizophrenia, or paranoia. Instead of going to jail, he went to a mental asylum. Long ago, I took psychology, and so I am educated and aware of the power and influence they have over

“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,

Staring at the enclosed tennis backboard of the graffitied wall, it was my third consecutive morning there and i still didn't know what to make of it. “Hello, Brenda are you there?”, said my friend Miller as he abruptly strike me back to reality, “here its your turn, take a hit. And remember this time hold it in”. I've always felt i had an inner mystical esoteric view on life, suppressed by naive realism. I wanted to answer the great philosophical questions. So i tried marijuana.

It was about three weeks before I talked to him again and it was a short call. I had little to say to him because I felt something just wasn’t right. When I asked him if he had something to tell me, he said no. You can always tell when the love is no longer in a relationship because you can feel the separation. He called me back and asked if he could come over. I said, “Okay.” We went out to eat and went back to his house so we could talk about our relationship. He started the conversation, “I am so sorry for what I have put you through. You are the best thing that has ever

The story climaxes when the accident did not kill either of them. At this point Mattie unintentionally is the cause of Ethan’s suffering. The failed suicide attempt leads to a life of physical suffering, so badly that Zeena is forced to take care of them. As a result, after the accident, Ethan took care of Mattie because he felt responsible for what happened. Now he has to live with the self-reproach from his wife and injured Mattie. “If she’d ha’ died, Ethan might ha’ lived.” Mattie use to be the joy of Ethan life but she then became a burden. After suffering such a long time with Zeena, Ethan now has to deal with the horrible deformed remains of the girl he loved. He once again lets himself fall into the forces of isolation, silence,

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.

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

The sun glares down upon me from the sky. Sweat drips from my brow as I search for any signs of a cloud that will provide some respite from the 100 degree heat. I cling to the chain-link fence that surrounds the tennis court for support, my lungs desperately pleading for air. The soles of my feet burning underneath me, I feel ready to collapse. We – I and seven other students – had just finished our second suicide after a series of other training drills, and I was ready to go home for a cold shower and some much needed rest. Our coach, who we call Coach G, then yells, “Again!” We line up at the white doubles line. “Suicides,” I thought, “a more appropriately named activity I have never heard in my life,” as I just about felt ready to die. The whistle shrieks, my deadened ears barely able to hear the strident sound. We set off, touching each consecutive line and returning to our starting position. Doubles line, singles line, center, singles line, doubles line – I finish the first court. We then continue on to the second, repeating the routine with the added challenge of having to return to the doubles line of the first court each time. This continues on to the third court, then the fourth. Finally, after reaching the end of the

It was 2nd quarter in 6th grade. I was sitting on my saucer chair relaxing, and enjoying the silence in my bedroom. I sit there thinking in my sweats cuddles up in a large fuzzy purple blanket. Then suddenly I was awakened after spacing out from my phone. The text was from Emma, I was a little sceptical because we hadn’t talked in a couple of days. I hesitantly opened it and slowly and carefully read it. The text said, “I hate myself, I hate how I look, I hate how I feel, and I hate how people look at me”. I felt absolutely terrible, and was in a bind not knowing what to say back. All I knew was Emma needed to know how important she was to this world and that she meant so much to her friends and family.

It started in a club and turned into something more than I could have imagined. We dated for 8 months and everything was pure bliss until we moved together. The lies began which lead to arguments and mistrust. One evening in particular, I cooked dinner as I waited for my fiancé to get home. He said he was at work but many times before he lied. Eventually he came in, but I could tell Mr. Hyde was coming out to play once again. I decided to avoid him and take a shower instead. While I was away he decided to go through my phone and find anything to argue about. When I got out the shower the he showed me a message on Facebook that read,”I miss you”. The message was from an old classmate at Job Corp. Regardless of that fact the fight still resumed.

We became close friends I needed him to be near me always, he didn't need to say anything or do anything his presents was more than enough. Everyone said he was shy and didn't talk to anyone but with we talked sometimes for hours about nothing and everything all at the same time. I learned quickly everything about him how he thought he was broken and not worthy of anything let alone love, he never said It but I could see in his eyes he thought he was nothing. but I my eyes he was everything and for so long I waited, waited for him to realize he was worth it and that I was worth him. I wish He could see he was Seen even if it was just by me. I found myself studying him like he was Another language I’d stay awake analyzing his every move and everything he said to me. He was I complete mystery to me. He said nothing would happen between us and for a long time I believed him. And then one night something did happen and immediately he broke me. IT was like a bad movie and I watched him drive off into the darkness I broke down, I lost it drove home in tears. I had only ever cried over one other man and I promised myself that would never happen again but here I was Again. From that moment every time I was away from him I felt frozen time like I didn't matter If he wasn't around. I found myself Going to his house and just sitting in silent as he played video games just to feel alive. We never talked about that night but it was always on

Another story of my life is about four weeks ago my boyfriend of one year and four months broke up with me. It was actually kind of a two person break up because i technically did break up with him first but that is only because i accused him of cheating on me with a friend of mine, which the facts made sense. I accused him of cheating and he denied it but i didn’t believe him because he has lied to me in the past about hanging out with girls and having sleepovers with them, but he said it was always a group of guys with too so i let it go, but that was in the summer so i thought things have changed. I loved him so much i just didn’t want it to end so I forgave him and told him it was okay when it really wasn’t. I never got over it I just avoiding the situation so i didn’t have to deal with it any longer. He was my everything when I wasn 't even a thing to him. If I could forget anything that happened in my life. I think it would be falling so deeply in love with him. He drug me in and out of hell. I have become so insecure about my body and my flaws, he always made feel as if I was worthless because when we would fight about him driving other girls around or him being shady with his phone he would put all his guilt on