Stephanie ran up to her parent’s room. She knew where they kept the gun. She thought their having a gun was stupid. At this point in time, she was glad they had it. Stephanie stood on her tip toes and felt around on the top shelf of the closet, until she felt the cold gun, under her hot hands. Slowly she took the gun off the shelf. She feel to her knees bside the bed.
"Dear Lord, I prayed for five year for you to save my life. You never did that. I still love you with all my heart, but I can’t take this test anymore. Maybe this will change Justin’s outlook on life. Maybe now, I’ll finally be happy," as Stephanie prayed on her knees with the gun against her head her hand trembled. "Lord, you never stopped this test, now I’m stopping it myself. Forgive me lord, as I have forgiven you. In Jesus name I pray. Amen." Stephanie pulled the trigger.
"Steph no!" Brian yelled pulling the gun from Stephanie. The bullet hit Brian in the chest. He fell to the floor cluthcing his chest. Stephanie scremed, Justin came running upstairs.
"Justin call an ambulance!" Stephanie shouted and Justin grabbed the phone while Stephanie kneeled beside Brian. "Please let him be OK, please let me be OK." Stephanie softly whispered as Justin talked on the phone. She was surprised Justin actually came upstairs, and called 911, but then again it wasn’t her lying with a bullet wound dying. She couldn’t believe her selfishness caused Brian to get shot. It wasn’t suppose to happen like this, she should be the one lying on her parents floor dying not Brian! She was the one who’s life was in the hands of the doctors.
"I’ll never fogive myself for doing this to you Brian." Stephanie cried.
