My aunt (that I never remember meeting) jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge. This other dude I know was on ecstasy when the police came to his house to arrest him for something. So he went on the roof & killed himself.
But the worst was when I was in 9th grade. There was this dude Gerald that was in one of my classes. He called me at 12:18 in the morning. For some reason, I didn't wake up to answer the phone (& I always did so my mom wouldn't scream on me). But my mom answered it this time. She told him I was sleeping. The next morning she told me he called. It was the weekend, so I called him back in the afternoon. When I asked to speak to him, the person on the other end told me he was dead. I was thinkin, "Damn, if dude didn't wanna talk to me, that's all they had to say." On Monday, at school, I found out that he really was dead. But I thought someone had killed him. When I was sleeping that night, he was in my dream, and he said, "Nobody killed me." I wasn't sure what that meant until I found out that he killed himself playin Russian Roulette. He did it at 12:30 am the day he called me. For a long time I felt really bad about it. Cuzz I felt that if I had answered the phone & talked to him for more than 12 minutes, he wouldn't have done it.