My uncle killed himself a couple years ago, it was a huge shock to our family as he was the happy-go-lucky jokester of our clan. That funeral was the only time I've seen my dad cry. Less than a week later my aunt took her life as well, I really think my uncle was the only thing she had to live for.
In high school, I was working at a Dairy Queen, and this new guy named Zack moved to our town from Cali. He was laid back and universally liked, always having original ideas for inventions or some funny observations. We were classmates as well as coworkers. We were actually planning on being roommates since I was paying an assload living by myself. Well, one day I go over to his place to hang out or smoke hookah or something, I hear blaring music. Call his name and knock, but he doesn't answer, so I open the door, and I all see is Zack hanging from a pullup bar. The room started spinning, and I all can remember is frantically trying to find a knife to cut him down.
Only 4 days after that, my friend's younger sister took her own life. I've only met her once, but she seemed like an amazing person. In a town of 2K, 2 suicides of kids like that in one week really affected everybody. There was just a heavy feeling of despair over the whole town, it was pretty terrible. There was talks of a suicide pact or something, everyone just felt defeated.