"Bree," called Gabrielle Solis from outside the front door. "We know, you're home; open the door!" She was banging on it furiously now. Gabrielle had been woken up in the middle of the night and she wanted her beauty sleep. Of course, she knew that something was very wrong with Bree and that was the only reason she was up.
Susan Meyers on the other hand was not banging the door. She let out a gasp as she saw the scene unfolding in Bree's bedroom window. One of her best friends, Bree Van de Kamp, was about to commit suicide. "Bree!" she yelled, "stop!"
Lynette saw what Susan was seeing. She had enough. She kicked down the door and all three of the girls rushed to Bree's room.
Bree took a large gulp as she pointed the gun at her head. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but without Rex, it really didn't matter. Her gun was loaded and ready to kill. "Bree!" s voice from behind her sounded. Lynette, Susan, and Gabrielle were standing in her bedroom doorway. She wasn't sure which one of them had said her name, but it really didn't matter anymore.
"Bree," Lynette said as she came closer to her friend. "Put down the gun and let's talk. It'll be alright." She walked slowly towards Bree. Her feet were taking long strides and she maneuvered herself close to Bree.
"No!" she screamed. "It won't be alright! He's dead okay? Dead!" she shouted at her friends. "He's gone and he's never coming back!" She pressed her finger on the trigger a bit more, but not enough to set it off. She elevated her elbow slightly and continued to hold the gun. She wasn't sure where her anger was coming from. Bree had always been able to channel it before, but now it escaped like a hungry tiger being released from the circus.
"He's dead?" asked Susan. "How did he die? His surgery was supposed to be tomorrow wasn't it?" Susan had a feeling that it was Rex. She had never seen her friend act this way before. She must have really loved him. Of course she did, she was his wife after all.
"Yes," she said in a calmer tone, still not releasing her grip on the gun. "He didn't make it. His heart gave out." The tears were flowing freely and the sobs had started up again. "I can't live without him? Don't you understand?" She was half asking half screaming. "He was my husband, I loved him and now he's dead! I was the one who should have brought him sooner! It's my entire fault! I didn't have to make the bed! I choose to! He could have lived if it hadn't been for me! I murdered my own husband!"
Bree dropped to the floor, her gun also falling, but it fell without a hand to cover it. It clattered to the floor as Bree herself did. "It's alright sweetie," Gabrielle said. "Life will go on." She knew that it was a poor choice of words, but they had to be spoken.
"I killed him. My own husband is dead because of me." She sobbed even harder and all of her friends crowded around her.
"Listen to me," Lynette said as she took Bree's chin and looked the woman straight in the eyes. "Gabrielle is right. Life will go on. You didn't murder him. Do think it would have made a difference if you had gotten there a few minutes earlier? It wouldn't have done you any good! It was just his time Bree. Over time you'll learn to accept that."
Bree looked almost back to normal. The tears had stopped falling and her voice was calm once again. "Yes, I will. I just think it will be hard to explain to my unborn and unsuspected child how I was making a bed while their father had a heart attack."