I originally joined this forum for myself. I've done a lot of lurking, some posting. The reason I am posting now is about my friend. Here is the story. She is 17, dreams of getting out of the hell hole she has... wants to be a Marine. She was molested as a child, beaten, abandoned, never had a stable parent, home, or anything. I am basically her only salvation. She is a part of my family. She only has me, and she is my only true friend. She is in an emotionally abusive relationship, she doesn't talk about it much, and assures me its not a problem, but she has given me some signs and I know how he treats her. She does things sexually "to make him happy". She tells me things like, "Its not like that because I know he is capable of doing better because he has before" "I love him so I can't just leave him" This weekend, we were going to a concert we had been looking forward to for 4 months. He went on a trip to with his friend and promised to be home, but his friend wanted to stay another night so they had a fight. He ended up breaking up with her (again). The next day he was ignoring her, accepting her text messages just to ignore it, mind games. We went to the show. She was still on about it and I said, "Please. Drop it for one night". She did and we had the best time imaginable. I have never felt as alive as I did that night, this was our best memory ever. Now, it is tainted. We got home at 3am, I went to sleep at like 530-6am. She called me at 11am, crying. The first thing she said was I can't breathe, I assumed it was from crying. She said something else but I couldn't make it out, I was still half asleep and then she said "I am going to bed" and hung up. I went back to sleep. Texted her when I woke up, and it was her brother with her phone, calling me saying she tried to commit suicide. She was sent to a local hospital, and then to a children's hospital 45 minutes away and was in ICU. She is responding now, her stomach couldn't be pumped because it had digested or something. She was on a heart monitor and breathing machine but is now breathing on her own, and is talking a little. -- I was too tired to care about what she was saying when she called me, or take it seriously. If she had died, she would have left me with that guilt. I don't know where to begin, how to get her out of that relationship, or to finally open up about her molestation to her family, or any of that. On top of that, I am so mad at her. I feel so betrayed, so hurt, and so distant. I am going to see her tomorrow, I don't know what to say. I can't be there for her if she doesn't recognize that she needs drastic changes from within, not from the people around her. If I am losing her, it is now, not when she suceeds next time.