So I just received a text message from a friend I hadn't spoken to in a long time. She said she had something to tell me but she didn't know how to... say it properly, I guess. Anyway, she told me that on Sunday, November 15th, my friend Steven was found dead. He committed suicide... I'm very upset over it... He was pretty much my best friend in 9th and 10th grade. We were always hanging out together, talking about video games, anime, the usual nerdy stuff. He was really kind, funny, and overall just a great person.
When he found out that I would be moving (at the end of 10th grade), he was very upset over it. He did have other friends, but he told me I was his best friend, and he didn't really feel comfortable talking to others. He once told me that his situation at home wasn't that great, and his step-dad was always insulting him and such... I would always try to talk to him and cheer him up, and it seemed to work.
Once I moved, he told me that he had joined both the wrestling team and the swim team. He got into shape, made lots of friends, and I honestly thought he was very happy. I was proud of him, because he was never very outgoing... but it seemed like he had finally broken out of his shell.
We've both been very busy. Him with his sports, and me with all my school work and college applications... so we hadn't really been keeping in touch. And I just found out about what happened to him today... it's just a big shock. He was such a great person, and I really cherished his friendship. This post really does him no justice... it's just that I'm still so shocked that I don't really know what to think.
RIP Steven. I will never forget you.
When he found out that I would be moving (at the end of 10th grade), he was very upset over it. He did have other friends, but he told me I was his best friend, and he didn't really feel comfortable talking to others. He once told me that his situation at home wasn't that great, and his step-dad was always insulting him and such... I would always try to talk to him and cheer him up, and it seemed to work.
Once I moved, he told me that he had joined both the wrestling team and the swim team. He got into shape, made lots of friends, and I honestly thought he was very happy. I was proud of him, because he was never very outgoing... but it seemed like he had finally broken out of his shell.
We've both been very busy. Him with his sports, and me with all my school work and college applications... so we hadn't really been keeping in touch. And I just found out about what happened to him today... it's just a big shock. He was such a great person, and I really cherished his friendship. This post really does him no justice... it's just that I'm still so shocked that I don't really know what to think.
RIP Steven. I will never forget you.
