Suicide - Melesia Beckford
Peer Counselling Workshop
Greater Portmore High
contribution won Melesia a scholarship to World Youth Forum 2002 and
formed the basis for an acting workshop on loss and how to work through
it. It was part of the youth presentation performed with Lucilla and
Enrica two of the Italian girls attending the conference. A good example
of cross cultural cooperation.
at the top of a tall old building and looked down on the tiny people going
in and out of it. She began to pace along the edge slowly, mumbling to
herself, how could this world be so cruel, how can people change for the
worst so quickly. Then she stopped in her tracks and looked over, she then
closed her eyes and began to slightly tilt over; then came a voice from
she exclaimed almost falling over, but fortunately, enough she regained
not do that, you frightened me' she said turning her head and realizing it
was her best friend Tenille.
not do it' repeated Tenille to Monica. 'You have too much to live for'.
what?' Asked Monica, ' ..more tragedies'.
about your marriage, your job and me? Don't you have people who love and
care for you? I do not believe that you really want to do this'.
'Oh Tenille I
think I do',
Monica and if you will not do it for me, your husband or anyone else, then
do it for Cloey, Monica, do it for him, because he needs his mother now
more than ever.'
burnt their way to the brim of Monica's eyes and she licked and bit her
bottom lip. Tenille was right but the world is so unfair and oh no, there
is no use trying to deny the truth,
are right', she said lifting her head. 'It is just that I feel so
'Oh girl, that
is all right, come here', she said walking towards her.
Tenny' she said turning around, but just as turned, she was too close to
the edge and her heels slipped and she went over the edge.
Tenille called out running to the edge and saw Monica's lifeless body on
Greater Portmore High
the pack of Matterhorn then pulled out a slender cigar and faintly lifted
it to his mouth as he heavily exhaled whiskey stenched breath. He lit it
and took a few puffs then let the thick smoke fade in the atmosphere. He
sat uneasy on his black leather reclining chair and let his head fall
back. He closed his eyes, took a few more puffs, and felt tiny streaks of
tears running down the side of his face. He ignored them, because tears at
this point were utterly useless and he did not want that. Not at a time
like this. Not when he was on the verge of emotionally dying because of a
believe she's dead his lips sounded lightly as they released cloudy
whiteness. More tears flowed and he squeezed his eyes tight but only in
vain. The telephone began to ring and as though his ears were dogged, he
let it rang unanswered. He was dead to the world and so was Lila, only
difference was that he was not literally. He removed the small portion of
cigarette from his frail lips, nothing lasts long he said opening his
eyes. He lifted the transparent bottle and filled his throat with the
harsh liquor trying to bum away the pain and frankly, it was of little
aid. Nothing mattered to him now. He had lost the love of his life; his
only solemn reason for living and the unbearable pain tearing apart his
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