save my besties

Hello, my name is Meghan.  I'm a struggling writer.  In addition, a survivor of years of abuse and other likes for most of my life.  So I know how hard life can be.  In addition, I more than once have gone down the suicide route.  However after several foolproof but failed attempted I figured God either wanted me here or liked to see me suffer but either way I was going to turn my pain around and use it for good.  Therefore, I learned that even if I was dying inside, I could be an angel for others, and after awhile, I found I hurt, at least emotionally, a lot less.   I have lived most of the last few years like that.  However, you can convince your mind of anything you want but years of abuse will take a toll on your body whether you like it or not.  Now, at 26, my body is breaking down.  I have several problems, none of them small.  Therefore, after a year of trying to ignore it, I deteriorated to such a point I could almost not even walk and had to use a walker at work.  Finally, I lost my job.  I realized I needed to get healthy again before I even attempted to try to work.  Therefore, that is what I'm doing.  The problem with that is, I blew through my savings fairly quickly.  Now, I am lucky enough to have my family who took me in and is taking care of me until I'm better.  However, when I received two calls one the end of last month, the other the beginning of this month it changed my view on money.   Ever since I have been trying to scrap together anything I could.  However, as one life altering change starts, so beautifully does another and another....  Right as I was starting to get pennies here and pennies there, they had to be retracted, due to my mother losing her job.  The money was given to us, she and I, she gave it to me, assuming she still have a job, when she lost her job it changed things.  The money then went to gas and meds.  Leaving us at a new low than we were before.  That leads me to here.  Then to explain them...I have changed their names and used a picture of models, only to have the idea there, not to misrepresent anyone, and to protect their innocence.   I don't want them bothered.  Especially with their current emotional states.  Or for one of my best friends husband to find out what's going on before she's safe and gone.  Best friend Number one, we'll call her Charisma and her son Lawrence.  They live in New Mexico.  I met her the first week I moved to Arizona.  Like me, she was happy and bubbly.  Although she was really like that, not faking it so people thought she was really happy, she is.  Up until I got a phone call from her stating, she thought no one would miss her if she was dead *not true of course, I would and so would her son, both my reply and fact.  I had never even seen her frown.  Still haven't.  I can't even imagine it.  Until today she was evasive on even why she was depressed.  Today she revealed that not only was she being abused but she found child porn on his computer!  Because she lives in a very small town, where most of his family is well liked she feels she can't go anywhere for help.  There certainly aren't shelters for her to go to.  Therefore, she needs me to come get her.  We have a place for her to live with us.  We just don't have the money to get her.  However, having her live with us will help everyone involved.  Especially her.   Then there's Jessica, and she has three children.  She now lives in wyoming.  She too I met here in Arizona.  Jessica has been my best friend for what seems like forever, although I've known her less time than Charisma, Jessica and I are exactly alike.  We're like sisters.  However, the phone call I got was an after phone call.  One you are only glad to receive when people survive but are mad when you realize you're glad.  I received the, I am alive, but I don't want to be call.  I found out that my best friend, someone else I can't live without, actually had attempted suicide.  She obviously survived, which is great, but she is very much planning on doing it again.  However, her reasoning is simple.  She feels isolated and she just needs some company for a while.  That's all.  Just some good old fashioned cheering up and she wouldn't kill herself.  It's that simple.  By the time she would feel depressed again, if she got to that point, we, the three of us, would all be living in Illinois where we all plan to be by Jan of next year (2013).  So if you could help us bide our time, and save all our lives I would be eternally grateful.  I figured out between gas, hotel, food and moving expenses to get Chris and her son out of the abusive situation and here with us, it would be about $2000.  Any little bit would help please.  I will try to add a video later, but my computer is not allowing me to at this time.  Forgive me for the incontinence.