"If you don't talk to me I'm going to kill myself," she says, a week after my best friend took his own life. But what she doesn't know, is that I already feel dead inside.

"Don't talk about it," I tell her, "be about it." And in this moment, I DO NOT CARE.

"I'm taking all these pills now and it's all your fault," she screams at me through the phone. 

I hang up. 

What 

the 

actual 

fuck. 

I look down, and I'm wearing a pair of shoes he'd left at my place the last time he was over. 

Tears well up in my eyes. You god damn prick, I think. Not sure if it's about me, or him, or her. 

I message her best friend and neighbor. "Jane's trying to kill herself. I can't handle this right now. Can you please go check on her?"

No response. 

I call an ambulance and give them the address. It's all I can do because I'm 300 miles away. 

The next day I get word that she is ok. They showed up, took her to the ER, and pumped her stomach. 

Another week goes by and she shows up on my doorstep, says she's sorry, she was just going through a lot. I'm wearing his shoes again. I can't help but laugh. Fuck it. Come in.  This is how you fall prey to emotional manipulation. 

And she was gone. No one knew  why, no one saw this coming. They found her on her bed with her hands held together. She wore a white gown leaving many to believe that there was some sort of symbolism involved in the choosing of that gown. It was later discovered that the girl, only 13 years old, died of a drug overdose. The girls parents were devastated and dumbfounded by their daughters death. However, after counselors talked to fellow students, it was revealed that some of the girls classmates repeatedly told the girl that she was worth nothing and that she should kill herself. Apparently this had been going on for months, so long in fact that the girl believed in the verbal manipulation.

               RIP Sarah.