JULIETTE::
She choked back her tears as she slowly made her way towards the front of the room. Covering her mouth to stop the loud sobs, she knelt down in front of her friend. She paused for a minute, closing her eyes. As if the act of looking at the body was too much to bear. Finally, she opened them and took a deep breath. Reaching out, she touched the lifeless hand. Then she began to pray.
'God, please, are you there? Is anybody there? Please, you have to help my friend. Please let my friend be ok. Why? Why did you do this? You could have come to me, you could have talked to me about it. You didn't have to do this. I can't believe that your really gone. I can't believe that this is happening. I miss you so much already and its only been two days. Please, God, is there any way you can make things different? Please just rewind backwards so I can tell my friend to stop. Then I could have helped. I could have stopped this from happening. My whole life I've tried to be in control of everything. And I wasn't in control, not when it came to being your friend. I do things, I hurt myself. I even thought about suicide. But I never did it because I knew that it would hurt everybody around me. It should have been me. I'm the messed up one around here. I'm the one who throws up and uses razors to cut myself, at least I used to. Of all of us I should have been the one. God how am I going to go on? How I am going to live knowing that my friend is dead? I'm going to miss you and I'll never forget you. If only things could have been different. If only.'
Now openly sobbing, she put her hands to her face. Peter, seeing her emotional state, slowly took her by her shoulders and led her away.
She choked back her tears as she slowly made her way towards the front of the room. Covering her mouth to stop the loud sobs, she knelt down in front of her friend. She paused for a minute, closing her eyes. As if the act of looking at the body was too much to bear. Finally, she opened them and took a deep breath. Reaching out, she touched the lifeless hand. Then she began to pray.
'God, please, are you there? Is anybody there? Please, you have to help my friend. Please let my friend be ok. Why? Why did you do this? You could have come to me, you could have talked to me about it. You didn't have to do this. I can't believe that your really gone. I can't believe that this is happening. I miss you so much already and its only been two days. Please, God, is there any way you can make things different? Please just rewind backwards so I can tell my friend to stop. Then I could have helped. I could have stopped this from happening. My whole life I've tried to be in control of everything. And I wasn't in control, not when it came to being your friend. I do things, I hurt myself. I even thought about suicide. But I never did it because I knew that it would hurt everybody around me. It should have been me. I'm the messed up one around here. I'm the one who throws up and uses razors to cut myself, at least I used to. Of all of us I should have been the one. God how am I going to go on? How I am going to live knowing that my friend is dead? I'm going to miss you and I'll never forget you. If only things could have been different. If only.'
Now openly sobbing, she put her hands to her face. Peter, seeing her emotional state, slowly took her by her shoulders and led her away.