My friend passed away a couple weeks ago. It was really sudden and shocking. He was only 18. At first they thought it was suicide, but now they’re pretty sure it was an accident. I don’t which would be worse; the fact the he was hurting and didn’t want to live anymore, or if he was okay and wanted to live but won’t get the chance now. I’m friends with his two sisters as well, and they’re taking it really hard of course. He was the baby of the family. I just don’t know how to handle this. I’ve cut, burned myself… An adult I know said if I don’t stop they’ll tell my parents. I’ve punched holes in the walls. The only thing my dad has said to me about it was “Look on the bright side– you don’t have to go to school Friday,” in regards to the funeral being on a Friday. My mom tried to listen at first, but now she just rolls her eyes at me when I start crying. It’s been a while now, and I thought I’d be better by now. But it stills hurts and I don’t know what to do. Sometimes I get an overwhelming sensation of guilt. The night he died, me and a bunch of friends, including one of his sisters, were over at my friend’s house. I was going to ask him to come with, but I didn’t and then he died. I can’t help but blame myself; if I’d just invited him, he’d still be here. I hate myself so much for not doing anything, and now I have to live with this…