The week after my best friend died.
I wanted to be with him. So, I attempted suicide. I got already, i was planning on hanging myself. I all I needed and I headed to the back yard, where we had a tree tall enough. No one was home, so I thought this was the perfect time. Even though I felt like something was telling me to 'Stop, Alex, don't do it, it's not worth it.' I was still planning on doing it. I was setting it all up, when my nine year old sister(she's ten now), Marie, walked into the back yard from a sleepover at her friend' Emily's. She was shocked as to what I was doing, and Marie understood very well what it was. She new I was about to kill myself, so suddenly, she burst into tears, and ran to me screaming: "Don't do it, please, Alex, it's not worth it! I love you!" I dropped the rope, and hugged her. If my sister hadn't walked in that day,
I wouldn't be here today.