Okay so here is my Story, when I was 12 I came home, and I went into my parents room, and I found my Father's sleeping pills on the floor, and the bottle was on the floor, he told me that he only took a few, and was going to sleep. I told him I would be back in a few hours to wake him up, and he grabbed my arm and said "I Love you my baby girl, and I am so sorry" I told him "yeah and it is okay" Mom called me a few hours later and told me to wake him, I went in his room, and I knew something was wrong, and I went over to him, and he would not wake, I ran outta the room, called my Mom and told him dad was dead, and she told me to call 911 I did and they showed. I still see the whole thing and it has deeply effectecd me! I have been thinking about him, and thinking about suicide very much.
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