"We are terribly sorry to inform you that Jordan Smith has died from a self-inflicted hanging" People don't seem to start caring until it's too late. "I wish I got to know her better" "Why did it have to come to this?" "I wish I could have said something" I didn't know Jordan personally but I saw her around the halls and accidentally bumped into once, she apologized and said "my bad". Her death reminded me of all the times my best friend talked me out of suicide. All of the empty but painful and desperate nights that my best friend stayed up until 2 a.m. sometimes, just to keep me talking to know I was still alive. She tried so desperately to prove to me that I needed to wake up the next day. But Jordan won't be waking anymore; she won't be making beautiful paintings. No one was there to convince her she needed to wake up and now it's too late. She won't return to school next year to finish high school. She'll never know what it's like to be an adult or go to college. Someones future wife just killed herself and they never even got a chance to meet her. When I read the e-mail I didn't read Jordan I read my own name, I saw myself. I saw my own battle but I made it out alive with just a few (a lot actually) battle scars. Jordan you are a warrior, bravely fighting alone for god knows how long. Jordan we love you and you will be missed everyday, at least you are no longer suffering.