I have met lots of people from my journey in life, some are like me, yearning for suicide (usually from the internet), though many of them have said that for years without a sound, so I have no choice but assume that some of them are simply trolls looking for attention. I feel lucky to survive my attempt at suicide, and since then I have met some people that have also escaped their own hands of death. However, today, I would like to share the story of a friend that was not so fortunate. For the purpose of the story, the names will be changed.
Alex and I met on the first day of secondary school, he did not have many friends and was fairly intelligent, he never seemed to study but have never done so bad in tests. We became friends mainly because of our last name, which was very close together so that we sat together on the attendance sheets. We had three out of four classes together, so friendship was inevitable. At first we were just acquaintances, just like any friendship would start off as. Nevertheless, I was attracted to him like a magnet, not because of his looks, but his ability to make me smile, though that changed after I developed depression. We hangout at the coffee shop near our school every Friday after classes, sometimes he would buy me a cappuccino and a glazed maple syrup donut, other times I would buy him a latte and a bagel. We became very close friends, even best friends. Nevertheless, we started to fade away from each other when I started to alienate myself from everyone. Him, my parents, and the rest of my friends. Nancy and Selena, were two friends cared very much about me, I would never forget about their concern during that phase of my life. Of course, like many depressed teenagers, I acted out my happiness and delight to everyone, succeeding most of the time. Except for Alex, he knew what me much better, and he although he didn’t understand my problems and he never asked what was my problem, he was a support to me. I think it was because of him and my parents that I didn’t crash and fall much faster. However, let’s skip all that, things happened fast with me, and Alex and I continued our relationship of merely protection. he never strayed away from me, I am thankful for that. Fast forward, if you would like to know what happened here, you could read me suicide story. After I came back to school, I had many tests to catch up to, and he was a huge support to me. However, things were changing with him to, I guess he didn’t tell me since I was still very fragile. Before, his parents always invited me over for dinner, or their summer barbecues, but very subtle, it all stopped. I asked Alex why everything was happening, and that did take a whole lot of my schemes and brains, but he eventually did tell me. It was his dad, his dad have developed lung cancer. All though I knew that already, it turns out that his regular treatment was no longer working, and he had to die, soon. It was like a ticking bomb for Alex, and it was no better for me either. I remember the two of us alone in the forest, me weeping and generally stunned, and him depressed and frightened. Mr. Gomez was a man who smoked tons and have tried many times to quit. He eventually did but cancer struck him anyways. He passed away three months later. Alex was in distress, as was his mother and sister. He took a week out of school to spend time with what was left of his family, weeping over his dad’s early death, though predicted. There are many gaps in this story that I cannot fill, Alex and I rarely talk of the event, and when we do, it always ends in tears and a sorrowful mood for the rest of the week.