The last 72 hours

By Lauresa Woolfolk

Sean M. Quigley, 13. This was taken at a Bar Mitzvah a few ­­­­­­months before he died by suicide.

Friday, January 9, 2004: The Last Day

I’ll never forget that day; it was the last day I saw my best friend’s face. We were in the 8th grade, and we were ending the academic day to begin our weekend. Originally, he was going to spend the evening with a mutual close friend and me, but he opted to go home.

In retrospect, Sean didn’t seem fine, but the excitement of our school’s sporting events clouded my judgment … Read more...

The words didn’t seem real to me

by Jenna Malley

I woke up at 5:30am to go to the gym with my mom at 6am. Don’t ask me why – I must’ve been crazy or something – but I’d been going with her all week, so I figured, why not?

After the gym, we usually went to Dunkin Donuts for the much needed caffeine jolt, but she’d stayed late to talk to her trainer, so instead we just went directly home so she could get ready for work and I could… well sleep more. It was my summer vacation in 2014 and I was only working three … Read more...