The deep meaning of suicide

"A normal day"

It's a bright sunny Monday morning and it's 07:30am and time to get up for school. So here is the beginning of my story , my name is Marie and I am 13 , I get up everyday to go to school I do my hair my make up and everything a normal girl would tend to do. I would consider myself as the girly type who always wants to impress the hot soccer boys , I always rant about the team captain to my best friend Natasha . On the other
hand Natasha is the complete opposite to me she has no interest in boys she is always very low in her self and she has depression. So our morning routine is to meet at the end of my road and we walk to school together , I tend to tell her how my weekend has gone and everything that's happens , where as Natasha will tend to just listen and be away with the fairy's so I give up even trying to talk to her . We enter the school gates and go to lesson , well one day in Physical education we all had to wear shorts and we was all getting changed and Natasha ended up going into one of the toilets to change into her shorts , I shouted at her and said "why are you hiding we are all girls you don't need to hide" Natasha kept silent for awhile , she then eventually came out of the cubicle with her shorts on a long sleeved top , I looked at her and said "your having a laugh it's boiling hot and your in a long sleeved top go change " she looked at me and tutted and said "stop acting like my mother and let's get to lesson " . So as we all walked I could tell something haven't been right with Natasha so I just let the lesson pass and see how she goes knowing her she's on her period . Lesson finished and i walked out with Natasha 10 minutes early I told her to take her top of , Natasha said "ewww pervert " and I said let me see your arms Natasha said no , I eventually pulled her top up and couldn't believe what I was seeing , I broke down in the cubicles and kept asking her why , she couldn't answer me , I started to scream at her and go "why" "why" Natasha broke down in tears as well , I asked her how long has she been doing it for she answered me and said 1year I was on the floor begging her to stop . She said she couldn't cope with life anymore all the pain was easier as she cut her tanned , long arms up .