"We're sorry. We tried everything, but we couldn't keep him alive." a nurse came out to the waiting room we were sitting in and gave us the horrible news. Mr. Lowery, Sara's dad, was gone. I can't believe Sara is going to go through exactly what I went through with my mom.

"No, no! He can't be dead! He just can't be!" Sara exclaimed between sobs. She fought the nurses off of her to get to her dad's cold, dead body.

"Sara, stop fighting! There's nothing you can do. Please, stop. You're going to hurt yourself." I tried stopping Sara from fighting. She finally gave up and sobbed into my shoulder. We walked to the waiting room, and stood there, crying. I couldn't help but cry. It was Sara's dad!

"I know it's hard, Sara, but there is nothing you can do now. I went through the same thing, when my mother died.
Oh, what I would do to hear my mother's voice, just one more time! I know you feel the same way, Sara. But listen," I looked Sara in the eyes, trying to sound brave, "you don't have to worry. He's in Heaven, rejoicing with the angels. You will meet him again, I promise." I managed to stop Sara from crying so hard, but tears were still streaming down her face.

"Call my mother." was all Sara could say before she collapsed into a waiting chair and sat there, crying. I whipped out my phone and called Sara's mom. The sadness in her voice made me want to cry. She had just parked outside of the hospital building. When she walked in, she looked as pale as a ghost.

"Oh, Sara!" Mrs. Lowery, who was now a widow, ran to Sara and wrapped her arms around her. They stood there sobbing, when Sara pulled away from Mrs. Lowery.

"Please, can we just go home?" Sara stopped crying, but she had running mascara on her face, and she kept sniffing.

"Yes, I have to talk to the doctor first." Mrs. Lowery wiped her eyes and walked to the counter. Sara and I sat down.

"I don't know what to do with my life anymore." Sara slouched down in her seat.

"I'm so sorry, Sara. Everything will get better, I promise. I'm going to call the Church, and everyone is going to pray for you guys. I know you must feel horrible, because I did." I put my hand on Sara's shoulder, trying to comfort her. Tears were now streaming down her face.

"Thank you, Jennette, but I can't live. I can't take this pain that comes along with losing someone. This is eating me up inside. I don't want to live. I can't live, I have to see my dad again." she threw her hands up. I didn't grab ahold of what she was saying at first.
"Sara, no. No. I won't let you commit suicide. I'm here for you, and I'm not letting you kill yourself. I almost died, not physically, but mentally. I killed myself inside because I was caught up in the pain. I cut my arms! I hurt myself, I starved myself, and I developed depression and an eating disorder! You are not going through what I did, even if it means locking you up in my basement!" I hugged Sara, and let her sob into my shoulder.

Hours later, we were in the Church building. Sara, her mom, and her brother were standing in the front of the Church, about to get prayer. I walked over to Sara and hugged her.

"You are my best friend, and I am not losing you. Don't make me lose someone else." at that, I walked back over to John and put my arm around him. Cameron came through the door. His mom led him to where John and I were standing.

"Jennette, John. How is Sara feeling?" he asked.

"She's not good. She's been having suicidal thoughts since she found out the bad news." I almost started crying because of the tragedy that was happening.

"I feel awful. She doesn't want our pity and concern, but she needs our prayers, and that's all we can give her right now. Keep me updated on how she is feeling, I don't have any way to keep in contact with her unless I come to her house, and I think the Lowery's need some alone time." Cameron was always so thoughtful.

"Thank you, for being concerned about Sara. She's been my best friend since third grade, and I don't know what I would do if I lost my best friend." I looked down.

"They're starting prayer." John tapped me on the shoulder. Cameron held my hand and we all three walked to the front of the Church. Everyone started praying. I had a mixture of tears and prayer. I was really emotional, even though nothing bad happened to me.

Dear Lord,
I know You. I have seen You work in my own life. I trust in You.
I know You can help Sara and her family, because You helped
My dad and me, and You even gave us another family member
whom we love dearly. I believe You can mend this family's
broken hearts. I believe You can let them be at peace, even though
they are going through so much. Get rid of Sara's suicidal thoughts,
and don't let them come back. I believe You can do all of this. I believe
in YOU. In Jesus' Name I pray, AMEN.