March 15

Two a.m. on March 15.
My phone rings, slowly I raise my tired body wiping tears from my eyes. For I cry every night. I answer the end-less ring. The voice on the other side telling me "Rachel has committed suicide."
I run to my best friends house, up to her room. I see her lying on the bedroom floor. My heart breaks in
half, as her mother stares in shock.
I ask her to leave as I make sure the door is locked. I fall next to her putting her three month old
baby on the bed. Rachel slit her throat and veins with the sharpest blade. Ever since that day I wake-up with March 15 on my mind, now only to be remember as the day my 13 year old friend ended her life with a knife.I've missed her everyday since she's been away. Hopefully one day soon, I will too go up with her.