Suicide Survivor Stories 2

My Story - Anonymous

Christmas 2001 was supposed to be the beginning of great things to come. A good year, lots to celebrate and be thankful for.  I had extremely high hopes for a close friend; he had been released from prison two months before Christmas.  He was home, sort of.

My friend had grown up in rough neighborhoods, endured years of maltreatment and most forms of abuse you could never imagine.  He was young, tall, dark, and handsome. He had been in and out of trouble with out local Tribal Police Department for years.  Every social serivce agency knew his family. Every social serivce agency I believe, without a doubt, wanted to help his family.  He fell through the cracks.  He came from a large family and being the oldest sibling, he tried his best to protect all of his younger siblings.  He was a very loyal friend. He was quite charming and over the years, caught the eye of  numerous yound ladies in our community. I was proud to be his friend; a close friend, nothing more, nothing less.

He didn't do so well in school, dropped out before he made it to high school and spent most days in our local juvenile detention center. He was the most street smart person I had ever crossed.   He spent a very short amount of time in the local child welfare systems, always managing to run away.  The more they looked for him, the more time invested in looking for him, the farther and faster he ran.