Three lives lost in six months. So many, amongst so few. It's hard to think what exactly was going through these three teen's heads when they made the choice to end it all. The strangest part of it all, is the last two were so full of life. There was no sign of depression, or suicidal thoughts. It's confusing. Why did they choose to take their own lives? Why have so many chosen this? Amongst such a small community, it's hard.
I knew all three of the boys whom killed themselves. The first one, I had seen once about three years ago, at an FLL practice. The second, I had met and hung out with at one football game in the fall. He was fun, loving, and lively. He seemed to enjoy life. Of the three, he was the one that made me hurt the most. The third I had gone to school with for two years, before I switched to Lisbon. I didn't know him very well, as he was part of the sports crowd. While I went t school with him, I didn't like him much. As I matured as a person, I grew to like him quite a bit.
It's sad to see this many take their own lives, especially in such a short amount of time. It was only six months since the first suicide, and one month since the second. They are happening at an alarming rate, and the school is starting to fall apart. People are starting to lose themselves. It's taken a toll on everyone.
Not many I knew were affected by the first suicide. His family, some friends. Mostly the Sophomore class. The second hit home. Pretty much the entirety of the Freshman class at Mount Vernon was hurt by it, and many of the eighth graders, as well. The third has affected a different crowd. Most unsettlingly, it has affected some of my close friends here, at Lisbon. It's scary to this many people crying at my school.
Some good came out of it. Finally, after three suicides, our school decided to talk to each grade about suicide. Teachers and staff opened their doors to anyone who needed to talk. During English, we discussed it, but about 15 minutes before class was over, our teacher knew we couldn't stay inside and talk about it. She took our entire class outside, and for the next ten minutes people ran around, played frisbee, and a few of us sat in the grass and talked.
Our group in the grass talked about how the last time they had seen the Nathan (the latest suicide), he seemed so happy, full of life. They talked about how apparently he had been planning a ski trip for some guys in his class, and how he was stoked for it. People are confused. My teacher had me talk to our small group about my (minor) depression. (You've all seen it on this blog. My blog is where I go to let out. It's how I tell people how I feel) I wasn't crying, or anything, but people comforted me. It confuses me how people can comfort me, when I know they are hurting more than me.
I conclusion... I don't know what to say. It's going to be nice to move, and get a fresh start. It'll be great.
