Who Is Killed For Attempted Suicide?

This should be my 15th attempt at erasing/re-writing the intro of this write up. Suicide has been such an ostracized topic that one does not speak until it hits the news. I found it very hard to even think about how I was going to present my thoughts on it. Until, I feel like I speak to you directly, Yama Budhha, and hundreds of less known nevertheless equally important souls.

When it was my sophomore year in high school, I was going through I rough time. I had experienced so much that I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to continue with life. I was simply tired of trying and fighting because it all felt hopeless to me. Then on June 5, 2017, in the early morning, I wanted

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,

The next day I was excited to go to school as normally, but this time it was more. I felt more continuous today than ever before, once I got to school Haya was waiting for me. Mrs.Pink told Haya that if she wanted to tell us about what her life before was like that she could. So Haya did she got up in front of the class and told a poem about what her name means.

It was a frosty day. I felt a cold breeze blowing on my face. I saw children running around in the snow wearing matching hats and gloves. I noticed the moving van maneuvering its way to my driveway. I dragged my feet through the deep snow to the moving van.

It was the morning of the first day back to school. I was a bit nervous, but excited at the same time. I did not know what to expect, but I was very anxious to try something new. I had been homeschooled since third grade, so I wasn’t expecting to know anyone. As we drove up to the entrance, all of a sudden my heart starts racing. I didn’t want to get out of

As I was getting in the car I felt like I had lead feet, and on the way to school my mom drove so fast I couldn’t even see the trees as we passed them. We reached the school and as I walked in the heavy front doors to the loud hallways, my stomach was churning. I kept my head down the whole way to my locker, trying to block out the noises from all the other kids reuniting with their friends. The morning of boring classes went by slowly and finally the bell rang for lunch.

It was a cold February evening. The snow fell from the sky and onto Deer Trail. The sun was just setting as the car was pulling into the drive way of my house. “Thanks for driving me!” I said to my friend and her mom as I stepped out of the car. “No problem!” they replied as I shut the door of the red car. I walked up to the front door with my soccer bag over my shoulder. I walked into my house kicking my cleats off and throwing my bag onto the floor.

7:30AM, August 10, 2017, I dreaded this day. The day in which my summer ends and months of responsibilities began.

It was a bright sunny morning in March, I had just awoken from a deep sleep. I was not looking forward to going to school that day. I was determined to stay home, and I was going to find a way to stay home.

“Wake up Sharry or you’ll be late for school!” my mom yelled. I slowly forced myself to get up and made my way to the washroom. It was hard but I did it. I felt like I had accomplished something big, like winning a gold medal at the olympics. I then got dressed and in a satisfied, proud voice I told my mom, “Lets go”. She held my hand and slowly walked me to school. When we finally got to my elementary

I hopped out of the truck, raised my jacket hood and hiked my maroon backpack onto my shoulders. As I trudged through the drizzle towards the school doors, a crisp drop of rain trickled down my neck, I shivered. Walking to my locker something in the atmosphere was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I shuffled to my math class

The wind is whipping through my hair and onto my face giving me chills down my spine. Shivering now, waiting for my bus driver to pick me up seemed like eternity. I was hoping that this morning she started early so I was not going to freeze much longer. Finally a’las she came up over the hill and slowed to a halt at my driveway. Running up the stairs and into my seat I sat down next to my friend who was already half asleep.

I recall thinking to myself "why is this girl messaging me? we haven 't spoken in years". Without any concern or hesitation, i open the text. My heart quickly sinks down to my stomach, as I feel my body suddenly turn cold. It 's a screenshot of a Facebook post notifying friends and loved ones of Lauren 's involvement in a "tragic accident." The post asking friends and family to keep her in our prayers. My heart goes from what feels like no heartbeat at all, to racing 100 beats per minute. I remember thinking to myself, this can’t be true, nothing has ever happened to anyone I loved before, nothing like this! (That was my naive way of thinking back then.) I quickly call all her family members until I finally get a hold of someone one week later. It was her sister Jessie who broke the news. Yes, it’s true as tears ran down her face. My first thought was to ask how she was doing and so I did. The look on her face of disappointment I will always remember. I braced myself for the worst news as I held my breath. And that’s when I heard one of the worst news in my life. "Her legs had to be amputated" she said.

I had woken up in feeling very gusto that day all because my first volleyball practice was supposed to start today. It was a nice cool fall morning with red, orange, and golden leaves scattered all over the ground, in the trees, and filling the air. I walked outside and felt the cool, crisp air expand around my body. My breath was thin and clear as I released each breath. Stepping into the car, my