Dedication: To my best friend, because he still is, Miro.
I’m sorry if my English is bad.
My name is Marie, I am 15 years old, and I live in an orphanage.
Not because I don’t have parents, but because then can’t take good care of me.
I’m still in contact with my mother, but I never see her.
I’ve been here since I was 6, and I was not that social, but I made 1 friend.
His name is Miro, he was 9 and has a little brother, Emmanuel.
He and his brother were there beacause his parents were very abusive, and they didn’t care about them.
We became really close, because we only had eachother for a long time.
The people in the orphanage didn’t really care about the children, they just gave us food and a bed.
Miro and I were the a bit quiet kids I think, but we talked a lot.
1 time it was about what his father did to him, whem he was 5.
He had a bleeding and a lot of bruises, he needed to go to the hospital.
But they waited to got until he started to pass out.
Then he was placed in a orphanage, but he has a lot of trauma.
He laughed a lot but you could almost feel the pain in his laugh.
Later, i was 14 and he was 18.
He became very depressed, he didn’t want to do anything at all.
I tried everything to cheer him up, but he was so deep, he was almost re-living all his trauma.
How I know that? At night he had more nightmares, and he screams for help.
When he woke up, I hugged him for confort. I felt so sorry for him.
He sunk deeper and deeper into his deppresion, and I couldn’t go to anyone.
Then 1 evening, while I was getting food for him and me, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He ended it all.
He took 7 doxepine, some kind of sleepingpill.
I came back and found him on the floor, with foam around his mounth.
I called for a nurse and she called 911.
But it was to late.
This happened less then a month ago, now 23 days.
Now I’m taking care of his brother, but I don’t knwo how long i can do it without him.
We slept in the same room, so every where I go, I see him.
He was the only one I got.
I listen to music, that reminds me of him. (‘This house looks not the same, without you…’)
Me and Emmanuel miss you Miro, I hope you know that.
I wish you the best Miro, I hope you have the best time in heaven, the time you deserved to have here.
Rest in peace
Marie
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