The Help Me Trilogy✔️

Greiving

According to the Merriman-Webster dictionary, grief is: deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone's death.

I kept crying as I ran away from the church. I stopped after a couple minutes, and realized I was on the roof of my work place. I wiped my nose with a handkerchief and  shook it off. This has always been my safe place. It has a garden filled with wonderful smelling flowers in the corner.

I pulled out my iPhone SE and opened up FaceBook. I hit the record button and set my phone against the railing. As I sat down, I heard a little ping notifying me I have a viewer. I took a deep breath and started talking. "Hi people. Um, I'm here on the roof of Talko Inc. , and I just wanted to talk. Haha, get it. Anyways, I just wanted to say goodbye, to all of you. Especially you Jenna because I can see that you're watching this."

!!!!!!! Jenna's POV !!!!!!

As I sat down in my car to head to the funeral, I heard a ping that Sasha was live streaming on FaceBook. I opened it up and saw that she was crying. "Hi people. Um, I'm here on the roof of Talko Inc., and I just wanted to talk. Haha, get it. Anyways, I just wanted to say goodbye, to all of you. Especially you Jenna because I can see that you're watching this."

I was getting confused so I hit the comment button and started typing.
Are you moving?
I heard a ping come from her side of the broad cast as she got closer to the screen as she chuckled and wiped her eyes.

"No, I'm not moving Jenna. It's more complicated than that." She backed farther from the camera and approached the ledge.

Oh no, I thought. I started furiously typing. I'm coming for you Sasha! Don't do this! I sent it and I revved up my engine.

She read the comment from afar and then shook her head as she stood on the ledge. "It's too late." She said as she pushed her self off to her death.

"No!" I cried as I tried to process what she'd done. I logged off of the broad cast as I dialed 911 shakily. I put my car in gear and pulled out of my driveway and the dispatcher picked up.

"911 what is your emergency?"

"My best friend Sasha just jumped off of the Talko Inc. building. And I think she's dead."

"We're sending you backup. Help will arrive in 5 minutes." Then there was a beep and the line disconnected. I screamed in frustration and threw my phone aside as I pulled out to the highway.

When I got there, there were already police cars. I saw her covered up body on a stretcher and started to sob. I started to walk towards her unsteadily and then I collapsed.