"Please," she begged, "please don’t do this. There’s more to live for, I swear. It can all go away. It can be better." she took a deep breathe and one small step closer to the suicidal teenage boy. "How can you say that?" he asked, tears now streaming down his face. "How can you swear that everything will be better? How?!" he screamed. "Henry, please. No one else needs to get hurt. Especially not you. I can’t tell you that I know what you’re going through. There’s no way for me to fathom the depth of your pain, but I know that you can’t give up," tears came to her eyes, and she whispered, "put the gun down." Henry’s eyes were blurred with tears. His hand was unsteady. He looked up at Sarah, then down at the gun in his hand. "S-Sarah?" he stuttered. "It’s okay, Henry. Put the gun down. Please, I-I love you. You can’t give up on me. You can’t give up on yourself, or your family, or your friends. We all need you." Sarah said softly, taking slow and small steps toward him. "Stay back." He shouted holding up the gun, and pointing it to Sarah. Her eyes opened widely, she put her hands up slowly and stepped back. Henry closed his eyes. He cried out and pointed the gun away from Sarah and to his own head. "Please, Henry, NO!!" Sarah shouted. *bang* it was too late. Henry pulled the trigger and fell to the ground. Sarah screamed and ran to Henry. She fell to her knees beside him. "No." she whimpered. She held Henry in her arms. The blood from his wound pooled on Sarah’s lap and covered her arms and chest. She rocked Henry back and forth, crying and repeatedly saying "no, no, Henry, please don’t be gone" She kissed his forehead and begged God to bring him back.
Henry’s mother, Elizabeth Isaacs, heard the shot from her kitchen. She heard Sarah scream and dropped the plate she held in her hands. She ran out the door and raced across the street to the church. She followed Sarah’s shouting and found the girl on the back lawn with Henry in her arms, and a gun by her side. Elizabeth gasped for air, and screamed louder than Sarah. She ran to her son’s body, weeping and shouting. The gun shot and screaming caused Henry’s father and siblings to come outside and to the church as well. Many concerned neighbors exited their homes and followed the noise. Henry’s father, David, shouted “Call an ambulance! Someone call an ambulance!” Sally, Henry’s sister, fainted into the arms of her older brother, Jacob. Jacob picked up Sally and raced her back home and called 911. No one could get Sarah to let go of Henry, until the ambulance arrived and pulled Sarah away from him. “No, no, no, I have to stay with him. You can’t do this!” she kicked and screamed and cried, but the paramedics took hold of her, and didn’t let go. As the ambulance Henry was in pulled away, they gently released Sarah, which turned out to be a bad idea. Sarah ran after the ambulance. She ran down the church’s driveway. But she knew she couldn’t catch the ambulance. She stopped dead in her tracks and fell to her knees. She hung her head and sobbed into her blood-stained hands.
The girl who seemed unbreakable, broke.
Dropped the fake smile and whispered, “I can’t do this anymore.”