Losing Your Love to Suicide
By Lauren, age 16, Pennsylvania
What is it like to deal with losing your best friend and love of your life to suicide? I had a best friend I was in love with named Franco. He was my best friend since the third grade and we never really lost touch. I was there when his father died, his step-dad died, and when his mom picked up her drug habit. His sister would kick him out every week and his mom was never home. She was always out shooting up heroin.
He used to come to my house in tears. He had bone cancer which made his life so much worse. We fought a lot, but somewhere in between I fell in love with him. When I had the guts to tell him he said he loved me back. This all happened about two years ago when I was in 8th grade.
One night he called and said he couldn't handle it anymore. Soon after he signed onto AIM. I talked to him for hours and thought I stopped what would happen next.
The next morning I woke up to a call from his mother. He was in the hospital in a coma from trying to O.D. Every day I went to see him, hoping and praying he would wake up. People say pain is stubbing your toe or breaking a bone, but real pain is watching the person who made you feel alive in a deep slumber you cannot wake him out of. For weeks I watched him lay there lifeless, sitting by his side, kissing his head.
One night I came home to a phone call from his mother. "Lauren, I'm pulling his life support. He should be dead by tomorrow morning." I stayed up all night crying. I couldn't even go to school. The next morning he was pronounced dead.
After that experience I will never be the same again. I still think he's going to come knocking on my door or come give me a hug. I wish he would come home. R.I.P. Franco.
