A coworker stopped by my office today and told me that her son has a friend, and that friend had a girlfriend who shot and killed herself yesterday. She was 16 years old. Her boyfriend was one of the first people to find her, still gasping, lying on the floor, bleeding. She had sent out a mass text: "I am sorry. Goodbye. Call 911." This caused a lot of her friends to show up at her house. Her boyfriend was one of the first there. The neighbors had broken into the house when they heard the gunshot. The boyfriend was the next to arrive. When he was pulled outside by police and questioned, his girlfriend was still alive, to some degree. Then, in the back of a police car, showing the officers the texts on his phone, he saw his girlfriend's father crumple to the ground as his girlfriend's mother went crazy in the front yard. He saw the EMS gurney being withdrawn from the house without anyone on it. He knew she was dead. And that's when the cop told him, "I know this is hard for you, but you're never going to know why she did this." Soon after, my coworker's son received a call from the boyfriend, telling him about what was happening.
It's hard being a kid. It's hard being an adult. Life is hard. Period. And sometimes, there's just nothing we can do about it.
It's hanging on me today.
Maybe it'll go away later today.
I really hope it goes away later.
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