This Troper's sister. Yeah. She was in the bathroom, wrists actually slit. Then my mom came in. My sister's alive because she forgot to lock the door.

Replace "mom" with "dad" and "bathroom" with "bedroom" and you have This Troper's sister's story as well. She survived that attempt thanks to insufficient lockage. Unfortunately, she didn't live through the next one.

This Troper's extremely EX-girlfriend (in the sense that she's still living but we do not talk, have not exchanged so much as a single word in 3 years) allegedly attempted suicide because I went to my grandmother's funeral. Yeah. She was nucking futs. Her dog allegedly pounded the door open and interrupted it. Needless to say, I called bullshit and things rapidly disintegrated from there- Partially because, since there had been a near-suicide attempt by another friend, she had promised not to do so. And did so anyway.

This Troper is only alive because a friend managed to catch me and pull me back over the rail.

Same with this Troper

My friends abusive ex tried to kill himself by jumping off a bridge the first time she left him. He was interrupted by someone grabbing his arm and stopping him just as he was about to jump. He got back with my friend and continued to abuse her in the most awful ways possible for another year. I wish he had jumped.

This Troper had decided to kill myself, but knew for the insurance to pay off for my spouse it had to look like an accident.

I'd picked the spot known for car crashes planning to get T-boned in the driver side door by one of the frequent large vehicles that speed on that stretch of road.

The day I was to do this, my car wouldn't start after MANY attempts. My spouse had to drive me to work, where I finally had a complete break-down and entered an outpatient mental health setting, getting the help I desperately needed.

The car was towed to the shop, whereupon the mechanic couldn't reproduce the problem; it started right up for him, and me. I drove that car for another year without so much as a hiccup of starting problems.

You're welcome.

I've since given to calling it "The Finger of God". Apparently I wasn't supposed to be done yet?

I would have jumped out of my bedroom window long ago were it not for my mother.

This troper, standing on a bridge, waiting for a train he could jump in front of, had a friend ask him "what are you doing up there?" Had she come by about ten minutes later, the sight that would have greeted her would be quite different and far more traumatizing.

When no one was home, this troper climbed to the roof of her house and was going to jump off. Her best friend, who'd followed her home without her knowledge, interfered. By the time said friend got to her, she'd already jumped off, but her friend was able to grab her wrist and pulled her back up.

This Troper would be dead if she didn't put crap loads of ice in the water when she slit her wrist and the fact that she has annoying as hell cats that know how to open doors...This Troper's cool now though.

Long story, but I got a text from one of my best friends when I was a good thousand miles away: "Gonna kill myself now. In my bathtub" I called her about eight times, no answer, texted her that if she didn't pick up her phone I'd call the cops, she didn't pick up, I called the cops. They broke into her house and took her to the hospital, which she was apparently released from a few hours later. First thing she did was text me that she was never speaking to me again, not bringing up the fact that SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HERSELF. Long story short, she was being ridiculous, and didn't stop being ridiculous seven months later when I texted her tentatively, as soon as she found out it was me, cue the verbal (textual?) abuse. She even called me psychotic, which... just... yeah. I finally called her out on the fact that she was 17 years older than me (20 at the time) and acting like a child for doing something anyone who cared about her would have done and have fun losing everyone who cared about her. That was cathartic. Oh, the kicker? Before all this happened, I was going to MOVE ACROSS THE COUNTRY TO LIVE WITH HER. (That is a long story and has nothing to do with us dating.) I never found out if she was actually going to kill herself or if she was just trying to stir crap up. Sigh.

Happened to me. At the time, I truly felt like nobody in the world cared, and I was ready to give up. I ran crying into the kichen and grabbed a bottle of drain cleaner. I would've dranken it if it wasn't for my {{Jerkass}} little brother. The two of us clash all the time and almost never get along, but when I was that close to suicide, he tore the bottle out of my hands and begged me not to do it. I settled for eating cheeze doodles on the couch and crying. The FridgeHorror kicked in when I realized that my father hadn't come downstairs until about half an hour after I shouted my intentions - which might have been too late. I've gotten better though, and I haven't had a suicidal fit like that since.

Edgy walked into this once in my college dorm bathroom. I found my girlfriend, who was cheating on her real boyfriend, in the shower slitting her wrists. This is terrible of me, but after accusations and death threats towards me after that, I wish I didn't find her.

For those of you who were interrupted, please... don't try again.