I met a girl who was 15 and I was 17 just under 2 years ago. She was of my friends sister who I ended up talking to through Twitter when I needed to contact her brother who's phone wasn't working.

So I knew who she was for a while but I had never really spoke to her before, her Twitter as filled with depressing tweets, quotes and pictures. I brought it up in conversation a couple of days after we started speaking as I had gone through it myself at one point.

So I end up getting really close to this girl in like a sister-brother type way. We talk every day and I learn how bad her depression is, she cuts, she has a psychiatrist and she has tried to overdose a few times.

She says it started 2 years ago, which was the time she started dating this scum bag type guy, who was a bit older. Now she never told me exactly why she became depressed(most people don't have a specific reason) but she mentioned that one thing was the catalyst, she was so protective of it and would never say and she asked me to promise not to ask. I'm fairly certain her boyfriend was abusive and/or he raped her.

So as someone who has gone through it I really understand what she needs. We go for walks and just try to enjoy things, look at the positive side of things. Now a year went past, 3 months ago we stopped talking, I had her on Facebook and Twitter and everything seemed to be going good for her. I felt like I had helped her out of the deep pit and she was finally enjoying life with her new class she was taking and new boyfriend.

I then read on Twitter in a newspaper account that she had hung herself a week ago. Found by her dad, she lay in the hospital for 3 days brain dead. I didn't even find out until after the funeral had happened.

She was 16 and had her life ahead of her, was one of the nicest people I have ever met. I feel like I failed and I let her down. Maybe if I was still talking to her things might be different now.