Then one day during lunch, I met a girl named Sabrina in the bathroom, and she asked me why I was always in the bathroom. I told her it wa

On Feb 1, 2002, approximately one month before Sabrina’s eighteenth birthday, and three months before graduating high school, Sabrina died of an overdose of anti-depressant drugs. When I’d heard what happened, my initial reaction was denial. There was no way my seventeen-year-old friend could be dead. Nothing like this happens to me. Then it went from denial to anger towards myself. What if I was there more or if I had gotten Sabrina some help, like a counselor, maybe she would still be alive? During Sabrina’s memorial service when Sabrina’s father never showed up, I realized her death wasn’t my fault. I was there when nobody else was, and I never gave up. When I saw her lying there, she looked so peaceful. I knew she was in a much better place now. My mother once told me that there would be one person I will meet who will impact my life forever. Sabrina is that one person who has impacted my life. Not because she was a young teen who had died of a drug overdose, but for the compassionate, capable, confident person she’s helped me to become.

s because people made fun of me and I didn’t want to eat by myself. Sabrina assured me that I was nothing to be made fun of and invited me to sit at her lunch ta

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