Ch.9 Three Times An Attempted Suicide

Rating: PG13

Author' notes: This chapter is the POV's (or point of view's) of Emma, Mr. Simpson, and Rick.

(Emma's POV)

"Rick?" As Emma passed her father's classroom, she poked her head inside; it was empty. She continued down the hall.

I can't believe this. Everything is just getting way out of hand here. I wish my dad were here. I can't deal with this alone.

As Emma turned around another corner, she froze. The color drained from her face. Rick was standing in front of her, holding a gun. Rick's body was shaking: he could barely hold the gun up, much less hold it straight. Still, Emma didn't doubt that he could shot her point blank.

Oh my God. He's gonna kill me. Oh my God. I never got to say goodbye to Mom, Dad, Jack, Toby, Liberty, JT… Dear God, I swear if I come out of this alive I'll make amends with everyone. I'm so sorry for everything…

Suddenly, Rick's chocked up voice snapped her back to reality. "I'm sorry about everything Emma. You were the only person who believed me, tried to see me for me. I doubt I would have made it this long without you. I-I… I love you." Without warning, Rick brought the gun to his head.

No! The letter! I can't believe I didn't see this coming. Talk him out of it Emma! Do something!

Emma opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Then, someone moving behind Rick caught her eye.

Dad? What's he doing? Oh my God. He's going to try and stop Rick! Dad, don't! You'll get hurt!

Emma was so lost and emotionally drained and confused that she just started crying. Her thoughts drifted from Rick to her father so fast that she was getting dizzy.

Just as the gun went off, Mr. Simpson pounced onto Rick. As the two fell to the ground, Emma started screaming.

(Mr. Simpson's POV)

After Rick left, Mr. Simpson realized what had probably happened. He remembered Dan telling him that Rick was going to be receiving the award for exemplary achievement. Someone probably decided it would be funny to tar him.

I should probably follow him. To make sure he doesn't do anything stu-

Mr. Simpson stared in shock at the scene in front of him. Rick was pointing a gun at Emma. He could hear Rick speaking, but he was too far away to make out the words.

Then, Rick brought the gun to his head.

Oh my God. What am I going to do? I can't stand here while my student takes his life because of a bully. I have to stop him.

All common sense leaving him, he crept up behind Rick.

One… two… three!

Just as he lunged onto the boy, he heard the gun go off. Hitting the ground, he felt himself covered in warm liquid. The last thing he heard before blacking out was Emma screaming.

(Rick's POV)

Shaking, Rick pulled a hand pistol out of his backpack.

To think, I was going to take it to school and hurt even more people.

After the paint incident, he couldn't. Killing others wouldn't solve the problem.

I am the problem. And only by destroying the problem, do you have a solution.

Still unsure about how to use it, he pointed it in front of him.

"Rick?" Abruptly, Emma appeared in front of him. She stood, unmoving, looking at the gun.

I have her attention know. Since I'll be forever gone from this earth in a few moments, I'll tell her how I feel.

"I'm sorry about everything Emma. You were the only person who believed me, tried to see me for me. I doubt I would have made it this long without you. I-I… I love you."

Goodbye…

He slowly brought the gun to his head. Just as he pulled the trigger, he felt someone tackle him from behind. As he became enveloped in a warm liquid, the last thing he heard was a shrill voice screaming and the pounding in his head.

Wow! Wonder what happens next…?