Trust Fall

Part 3

Suddenly, a several police cars and ambulances dashed towards the street behind me. I rushed towards where the commotion was, and I saw it. A dead corpse. I heard crying. I heard gasps. I heard the ringing of the ambulances, I heard someone frantically shouting from above. There on the roof more than 20 stories above me, was a teenage girl, crying, "NOOOOOOOOOOO" The victim jumped. He was a teenage boy, his forehead bleeding, spilling blood onto the pavement under him. From the back of his head, I couldn't see what he looked like, but he looked familiar... really familiar...More and more people are coming to see what is happening. I hear the muffles of the EMTs and paramedics, as the pedestrians clear a path for them. Wearing body masks, they carry the teenage boy onto a cart, and put white plastic cover over it. Suddenly, I hear a shout: "NO! GRAYSON! NO! YOU CAN'T DIE LIKE THIS! No!" Startled from the name she shouted, I am filled with discombobulation. I thought, Grayson? My best friend that betrayed me grayson? The girl runs towards the body, and I see who she is: Grayson's sister! No...it can't be! Grayson...is...dead? I dash towards his corpse and turn him over, and I see the inevitable I've been trying to avoid-- Grayson, with his eyes closed and a massive wound on his forehead, blood pouring out. I cover my mouth with both my hands, and realize what is in front of me. Emma, Grayson's sister stands beside me petrified, I can hear the shivers coming from her body, the sobs coming from her breathing, the crying coming from her eyes. She collapses onto the floor, and crumbles into a ball, and begs the EMT, "Please! Do not let him die! You have to save him! You have to!"
    I cannot put what I feel into words. Devastated. Shocked. Terrified. I didn't know why he decided to commit suicide? My mind is racing with questions. Grayson's sister stuttered to the police, "He...he was my...brother...I...don't know...he just ran up....and he said something about...being in debt...and he betrayed his...his best friend...and he's suffering...from depression...YOU HAVE TO SAVE HIM...HE CANNOT JUST DIE LIKE THAT...HE'S MY...MY BROTHER!"
    Soon, I heard honking, I heard shouting, I heard reporting, I heard alarms, I heard walkie-talkies. It was bustling out here, reporters were scurrying around, and a myriad of police were putting 'crime scene' tape all over the pavement, and they examined and interviewed everyone- witnesses, Emma and shopkeepers nearby. I saw Emma sobbing in a chair with a towel near me, and dashed to her. She locked eyes with me, and ran into my arms, sobbing. Emma had been taken to an interview with Apple News, and 40 minutes later a video had been put up on the app. Emma said in the interview, "He rushed up to the roof, looking anxious and horrified. I tried to ask him what was going on, but he just ranted about how he didn't have enough money, and he was in serious debt. He also said about betraying his best friend, and him suffering from mental depression and anxiety...We talked about it on the roof, and I said that there is a way to fix this, then he kept walking backwards and said how, then he tripped over the fence and fell backwards...onto the pavement."