Friday 4:34 PM: Ring. Text message received. It's from Sam. He says to go to the hospital as soon as I can. Dad's home so I'm there within ten minutes. Sam's waiting in the ER with tears in his eyes. He says Izzy (his Gf) was taking drugs and drinking without anyone knowing and had overdosed. We sit down and talk for a bit.
6:17 PM: Nick, Mike, Kevin, and Vinny arrive. It pains me to watch Sam have to explain the whole thing over again. Some other kids from school arrive later. We say hi. All is silent prayer until we decide it's too late to stay and go home. We leave at 9:45. Sam stays until 11:00.
Monday 8:05 AM: Sam and I stand talking by the lockers. He says Izzy's gotten worse. I asked him how no one knew that she was doing this. He said her parents found out cleaning one day and he never knew. Izzy was a great kid. She hated it if we were sad and would make every effort to cheer us up.
1:44 PM: The hospital had called Izzy's parents. Her condition had worsened. Sam and I leave school to go to the hospital. Izzy looks horrible. A million tubes are hooked up to her. Her skin is a sickly yellow and she looks so pale. Sam breaks down. I leave the hospital and go home to call and tell friends about her.
Tuesday 8:12 PM: Ring. Not a text this time. A call. From Sam. I can barely make out his words as he tells me Izzy has died.
9:15 PM: Izzy has been pronounced dead. 10 of us stand around Sam consoling him. After, we head back to my house for a remembrance gathering.
Nothing can be as bad as what Sam is going through right now. The wake, funeral, and burial are tomorrow.
