Gabi

The last time I saw you Was on the night of Halloween. You were happy and smiling, Until your boyfriend messaged you. A ding went off in the room and all five heads turned towards you, so you picked up your phone. With a hand over your mouth and tears forming in your eyes, we knew it couldn't be good. We consoled you, telling you you deserved better. He wasn't anything but a no-good boy, who played with people's hearts. So when we told him to meet us, he did. It was seven minutes past ten when his car pulled up, and we confronted him. You took him back, Gabi. Why? It wasn't until 1:28 that we realised that instead of drowning in your tears, you were drowning your thoughts with bottles of whiskey and shots. It wasn't until 1:28 that we realised that your stumbling meant you were definiately not okay. So when the call came on December 1st that you attempted suicide, it broke my heart. Your sister found you dangling from the ceiling, and as she was struggling with her own demons, you tried to stop yours. The doctors flew you to the hospital. Gabi, you died three times within those 15 minutes. Once they revived you, you were stable. Your smile didn't falter when visitors came. You pretended it was the same as before. You were a loaded gun with one bullet, playing Russian Rullet with the noose. It only took you one try until the trigger was pulled. On the third of December, as I was decorating the Christmas tree I left my phone in my bedroom. At 10:52 I recieved a message with only 2 words. "She's gone."