Hello.... When I was 15 I met a girl in school. She wasn't

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Hello....
When I was 15 I met a girl in school. She wasn't like any other girl, she was smart,beautiful, caring and a great personality. She was tall around 5 ft 11, beautiful long black hair. She had a fair skin with blue eyes. She was very mature for ger age, she acted like she was 10 years older. She always created hypothetical situations in her head before doing anything, she was always ready, she had answers for everything. We talked about philosophy, life, books.... I can write pages, books just describing her and talking about her. But that's not the point.

We were very close, Now fast forward 5 years. We are still best friends, I know everything about her so does she. One day I got a call.
*Hello, anon? (Sobbing)*
"Yes?"
*This is anonita's mother, anonita had a terrible accident. She is no longer with us.*
When she was alone in the house and touched her father's gun and accidentally shot herself, That's what police said, it wasn't a suicide. Since nobody was at home, she just bleed to death.

I can't stop thinking about her. That was 10 months ago, but for the past month all Ive been doing is thinking about her. I can't help it, I don't talk to anybody else, because nobody is like her, nobody is smart like her, nobody gets thing like the way she did. Sometimes I forget that she is dead and take out my phone to text her or when I don't understand something or I need advice with something, when I remember she is no longer with us, I lose my consciousness for the rest of the day and night.
She was too smart to play with guns, why did she did it this time? She had a slow and painful death.
If she committed suicide, how can I not see that she was unhappy?
What can I do /adv/? I drink myself to sleep every night. I wish I could see her again just for one day, one hour. Just so I can hear her voice and I wish she could tell me what to do