It has bean 3 years and since one of my beast friends died. It was supposed to be one of the beast days of my life but it turned to the worst day. I was on my over to her house when I got a text saying that she needed me right a way so I started to run. When I got there her mom was on the phone with the hospital so I knew it was bad... I ran to her room and seen her lying on the floor with blood all around her. She see seen me then and said she was sorry and didn’t mean to do it. I looked at her trying to figher out what she was talking about then I seen it the razor see cut herself with. I took her hand and held it close to my heart hopping to god that the ambulance would get hear soon. She told me that she didn’t mean to go so deep and I look her arm there where 13 cuts on her arm. I took off my shirt to put it on her arm to stop the bleeding but it wasn’t helping I was socked in blood too. Now she was in my arms I looked in to her eyes and the where loosing color. I was trying not to lose my calm so she would stay calm but it was really heard with her like this. When she stopped breathing I lost it. I screamed at her to stay with me. I cried. When the paramedics came they started C.P.R. They said she will not come back with the blood lose that she sustained. 2 weeks later I was at her funeral. I gave her 12 black roses each fore a year I knew her for. She was my every thing, the only one I would tell every thing to. In our times of need we hade each other. And the day they barred her they barred two people. memery of her I help people that are deprest so ther wont be more people like her and I. yes i admit it I do cut but to ease the agany i live with. the fact that she dided in my armes.