Everyday face

A Story by 22ben

This is a true story, about my best friend who killed herself 3 years ago.

I walked into the room, and it was completely dark, which wasn't unusual, it was 9:03pm. I called out her name, and there was no response, so i decided to turn the lights on and look for her. After a minute or two of searching, and many bruises from bumping into foreign objects, i found the light switch. I remember it like it was yesterday, though, its been 3 years now, when the light came on I saw her. She was dressed in a t shirt that i had bought her, and some cut up jeans, no shoes, and some bracelets. This would have been a beautiful picture, had she not been hanging by a rope, with both wrists slit. I yelled her name several times, hoping she would respond, hoping it was all a dream or a cruel joke, but she never moved. I fell on my knees and cried to a god i wasn't sure existed and I just asked why. Why did she have to be taken from me? Why didn't she tell me what was wrong? Why didn't I ask her? Why did she have to die? I remember crying for 3 days straight, not eating, or sleeping, just the occasional sip of water to keep me from throwing up more than I already was. Its been 3 years now and this picture still haunts me, still taunts me, still toys with my mind, and i think it always will. I think that I wont be able to kill myself today, or tomorrow, or the next, just like the days before, because I see her face, and I hear her say no.