All around me, my friends and family would talk about her, frequently implying that she was only pretending to be that way to get attention. That she was making up the abuse stories to get attention. Regardless of what they said, though, I just couldn't stop thinking about her and wondering what I could do to help her. I believe that love and attention are like food and water, essential to growing up. And when people are deprived of food or water, they will do anything to get them, because they need it.
Attention is kind of the same way.
It is a need too, and when you find that you are in dire need of it, you may resort to extreme measures. I didn't lose anything that doesn't automatically come back to me anyway, except for a possible girlfriend. But that was her decision. No skin off my back, long as she chooses to live, which in the end, she did. Whether or not she was serious about her suicidal tendencies, that's for her to know.