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Anonymous |
7/3/2003 2:28:00 PM
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I’m a high school student. I lost my best friend last June to drugs. He died of an overdose of morphine. He was a happy-go-lucky kid who tried to keep himself out of trouble, but never did. During the end, before his death, he acted tired and irritable. It was as if he didn’t want anything to do with anyone or anything anymore. Time passed and my friend learned that he had to go live with his mom (he then lived with his grandparents).
It was a Friday, three days until school was over. As I entered homeroom something didn’t seem right. My best friend Kara had told me to sit down and she told me that Tim had died. I saw a friend of Tim’s, crying as he was walking down the hall. That’s when I lost it, I freaked out. I punched, screamed, and kicked everything in sight.
His mom had found him on her couch. She called an ambulance, but it was too late. It was suspected as a suicide/overdose. We’ll never really know. I never could cry. It took awhile for things to settle down and for my heart not to be broken.
We never suspected Tim would die. It was unexpected and stunning. I haven’t been back to the school and the town we all grew up in. I moved that summer. I guess you could say I ran away, but I couldn’t go back without him there and knowing that things would never be the same.
I transferred schools and am now living life to educate people to be safe about the choices we make AND how to prevent these things. If you know somebody who you suspect is using drugs or is just acting different, stop being suspicious, ask questions, and talk to somebody about your fears and thoughts. You only have one life and you have to live it to the fullest—not in fear of losing the people who you love the most, because you just might lose them too.
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