To cut to the chase: Erin is gone and it's all my fault.

I didn't notice it sooner. I should have.

The marks on her legs and arms.

The silence when it should have been filled with her laugh.

I blame myself. I told myself I shouldn't. But I do. Because even though I didn't cause it, I could have stopped it.

I just presumed that she was getting help.

I got depressed after that. So much that my therapist prescribed me Zoloft (an antidepressant).

I refused. Erin died because of a thing that was supposed to make you happy.

It's ironic.

I hate myself.

I want to say something.

Those of you reading: don't do it. Think of the people you will effect. If you think that you have no friends think of your teachers, your parents, your siblings, your grandparents, your favorite cousin.

You will destroy them.