4/24/10

Icy said:
But how would I know that someone suicide around the world somewhere ;-; I have no problem with it, but Idk if someone did suicide or not without someone telling me.
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No one needs to tell you for you to know
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x0EriBaka0x said:
If we were to make our profile pictures purple for her we would have to do the same for every other suicide victim
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x0EriBaka0x said:
No one needs to tell you for you to know
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C'mon,this thread is a tribute to who had died,try to learn how to respect someone,even her family,her friends,her relatives,the people who care about her.
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-DemonicNightmare- said:
Today is the one day I personally have permission to be sad. To be mad, to be confused, to be... everything but happy, because on this day, it marks 8 years since the only friend I had decided to leave, decided it wasn't manageable anymore, it was just too much for her.

Today, I am going to talk to you about a dear friend of mine, named Issah.

If you get easily offended, please, Do Not Read.



Issah was this dear friend of mine. A bean of ray, a beautiful African gal who was obsessed with the colour Purple. She had purple clips, purple hair ties, purple shirts, purple backpacks, & this really metallic pair of purple clip-on heals. She loved grape flavoured things, which was perfect for me because I hate grape things & would always give them to her. Me & her would always play on the swings together, we would play tag all day, & everyday after school we would go by the old creek by our house & play with the frogs. She loved to play in the rice pit we had in our classroom. She would always build a rice angel out of the tiniest pieces, & she was just so proud of what she did. She was also amazing with crafting supplies, always decorating my folders & she would always decorate the board with triangles, circles, & diamonds that would create flowers & butterflies for days.

She wasn't always happy though. I knew there was something wrong, because of her father. Her father was this abusive piece of sh-- father that would always beat & harass Issah, and might of even sexually violated her. I cannot say that last fact is 100% true, & I will never know now, but I know she got beat, because it showed on her face. She would always come to school with black eyes, or bruises on her face, & she even had a broken nose at one point. I guess, on this day she was done. She decided, it's over.

April 24th of 2010. Approximately 10:30. It was gym class, a typical day for me, but there was no Issah until 10 minutes before Gym class was over. She had a huge bruise on the left side of her face, purple to be exact, & she looked so dead. She had this complete blank on her face, with no emotion. Almost as if she were a ghost. She was unresponsive to anyone, & I was unable to speak to her for there was a crowd now because gym was over. Recess was here now, but I couldn't see Issah. I couldn't find her anywhere, so I sat under the slide where our meeting spot was, & I waited. I waited for 15 mintes, but to no evail.

Recess was pretty much over now, but before we all went inside, I saw her. I saw her standing on top of the school building, crying. I began to panic, but there was no use for my screaming, because she wasn't listening. She wasn't paying attention, & in this split second, I realized what she was doing. I realized there was nothing I could do... because at this very second in time
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She Jumped. Head first onto the cement sidewalk, snapping her neck.
She died...
instantly.

There is nothing more terrifying than watching your only friend kill herself. There is NOTHING worse than watching someone take their own life right in front of you.

I was frozen. I didn't cry, or scream, or laugh, or shout. I was frozen, confused & frightened. The small trail of blood coming out of her right ear made me realize, there's no more playing by the pond, no more laughing by the rice pit, no more flowers and butterflies, no more listening to music, no more decorating folders together, no more ice cream that we would get every 3 weeks together. No more. No more. NO. No. no. no..

To this day, I choose to mourn in my own way, for her body was brought back to Africa with her siblings. I believe she was spread across the Orange River, located in South Africa. She always talked about that place, & I believe that is her final resting place. As for her father, I don't know what became of him. After Issah's death, he vanished. To this day, I wonder if he is still Alive or not, if he is still in America or Not, if he is still in the house he lived at or not. I don't know and I personally don't care. If I saw him, I would.. nevermind.

I don't really expect anything from this, but I wanted to personally give a memorial for the one I lost on this day. No, I won't leave. No, I won't do anything stupid, I just want this to be here. Today is rough, my mind is so scrambled, & I can barely focus in school right now. To anyone who has lost anyone due to suicide, I can understand so well, & I will forever give my condolences to you.

Today, I am writing in purple to give my love for my friend, to show her that I still care.

+ Happy 8 Years, Issah +
I miss you...



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Sorry for the grammatical errors. It's not exactly in my interest to
sound extremely sophisticated.
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God will take good care of issah
Rip issah
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Kristina PlayZ said:
Hope Issah goes to Heaven

And thoose other ppl that are mean, rude to her will realized WHAT THEY HAVE DONE.
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Indeed they will. I personally don’t believe in any religions, but I’m sure if there’s is a heaven, she is smiling down upon the one person that did care about her.
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I felt so sad while reading this..
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I still remember a sad incident that happened in my life, i don't know if it's right to say it here or not, but i lost my mom when i was 11 years old, she committed suicide in front of me, many of you don't know that i don't have a mom.
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Kking said:
I felt so sad while reading this..
&
I still remember a sad incident that happened in my life, i don't know if it's right to say it here or not, but i lost my mom when i was 11 years old, she committed suicide in front of me, many of you don't know that i don't have a mom.
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My Condolences for your loss ♡
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-DemonicNightmare- said:
Today is the one day I personally have permission to be sad. To be mad, to be confused, to be... everything but happy, because on this day, it marks 8 years since the only friend I had decided to leave, decided it wasn't manageable anymore, it was just too much for her.

Today, I am going to talk to you about a dear friend of mine, named Issah.

If you get easily offended, please, Do Not Read.



Issah was this dear friend of mine. A bean of ray, a beautiful African gal who was obsessed with the colour Purple. She had purple clips, purple hair ties, purple shirts, purple backpacks, & this really metallic pair of purple clip-on heals. She loved grape flavoured things, which was perfect for me because I hate grape things & would always give them to her. Me & her would always play on the swings together, we would play tag all day, & everyday after school we would go by the old creek by our house & play with the frogs. She loved to play in the rice pit we had in our classroom. She would always build a rice angel out of the tiniest pieces, & she was just so proud of what she did. She was also amazing with crafting supplies, always decorating my folders & she would always decorate the board with triangles, circles, & diamonds that would create flowers & butterflies for days.

She wasn't always happy though. I knew there was something wrong, because of her father. Her father was this abusive piece of sh-- father that would always beat & harass Issah, and might of even sexually violated her. I cannot say that last fact is 100% true, & I will never know now, but I know she got beat, because it showed on her face. She would always come to school with black eyes, or bruises on her face, & she even had a broken nose at one point. I guess, on this day she was done. She decided, it's over.

April 24th of 2010. Approximately 10:30. It was gym class, a typical day for me, but there was no Issah until 10 minutes before Gym class was over. She had a huge bruise on the left side of her face, purple to be exact, & she looked so dead. She had this complete blank on her face, with no emotion. Almost as if she were a ghost. She was unresponsive to anyone, & I was unable to speak to her for there was a crowd now because gym was over. Recess was here now, but I couldn't see Issah. I couldn't find her anywhere, so I sat under the slide where our meeting spot was, & I waited. I waited for 15 mintes, but to no evail.

Recess was pretty much over now, but before we all went inside, I saw her. I saw her standing on top of the school building, crying. I began to panic, but there was no use for my screaming, because she wasn't listening. She wasn't paying attention, & in this split second, I realized what she was doing. I realized there was nothing I could do... because at this very second in time
​
She Jumped. Head first onto the cement sidewalk, snapping her neck.
She died...
instantly.

There is nothing more terrifying than watching your only friend kill herself. There is NOTHING worse than watching someone take their own life right in front of you.

I was frozen. I didn't cry, or scream, or laugh, or shout. I was frozen, confused & frightened. The small trail of blood coming out of her right ear made me realize, there's no more playing by the pond, no more laughing by the rice pit, no more flowers and butterflies, no more listening to music, no more decorating folders together, no more ice cream that we would get every 3 weeks together. No more. No more. NO. No. no. no..

To this day, I choose to mourn in my own way, for her body was brought back to Africa with her siblings. I believe she was spread across the Orange River, located in South Africa. She always talked about that place, & I believe that is her final resting place. As for her father, I don't know what became of him. After Issah's death, he vanished. To this day, I wonder if he is still Alive or not, if he is still in America or Not, if he is still in the house he lived at or not. I don't know and I personally don't care. If I saw him, I would.. nevermind.

I don't really expect anything from this, but I wanted to personally give a memorial for the one I lost on this day. No, I won't leave. No, I won't do anything stupid, I just want this to be here. Today is rough, my mind is so scrambled, & I can barely focus in school right now. To anyone who has lost anyone due to suicide, I can understand so well, & I will forever give my condolences to you.

Today, I am writing in purple to give my love for my friend, to show her that I still care.

+ Happy 8 Years, Issah +
I miss you...



​
Sorry for the grammatical errors. It's not exactly in my interest to
sound extremely sophisticated.
​
- Demo
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Oh my god... that's terrible!
I can't believe I missed this while I was gone.
She must have been an amazing friend. I could never imagine witnessing something like that, yet you had to go through it anyway. That must have been so hard for you and Issah.
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BlueWillow said:
Oh my god... that's terrible!
I can't believe I missed this while I was gone.
She must have been an amazing friend. I could never imagine witnessing something like that, yet you had to go through it anyway. That must have been so hard for you and Issah.
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It isn’t rather difficult, but I am surviving for me and her.
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I held in my tears for longer than I thought.
welp may her soul rest in peace ;( stay stronggg
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