She died from Hopelessness

The last time you saw her, she was beautiful. Brown hair as long as eye could see and blue eyes that could put a summer sky to shame. She was innocent and sweet, and soon that was all ripped away from her. Life never made anything easy and it never gave any one a break, but some how it tormented Elizabeth. Tragedy seemed to follow her every where and soon her beautiful soul turned to a raging black. That is what happens when you watch someone you love die, July 3rd 1998. That was the day everything changed, she was walking home on a hot summer day. The cement was so hot that the water from the neighbor hood sprinklers evaporated before it even hit the sidewalk. I lived right next door to Elizabeth and normally we would walk the same way home, but that day it was early dismissal from school so I decided to take the scenic route through the woods. I finally reached home around three o'clock in the afternoon, I was sitting in my room when I heard it. It was so loud you could of sworn you were in the same room that the gunshot came from. A moment of terror hit me when I heard the most mournful sound, you would of never guessed something so aching could come out of someone so beautiful but that day it did. It was the kind of scream that could of brought yourself to your knees. I ran outside to see what was going on, when I hit my front porch Elizabeth was kneeling on the grass covered in blood. I ran to her and all I could her was her mumbling that she was sorry, I never believed in god but that day I prayed. I prayed for someone, something to bring her peace. On July 3rd 1998 Elizabeth's best friend and brother shot himself in his room. She later told me that she had spent an hour trying to talk him down, but he never dropped the gun from his head once. He suffered from depression, everyone knew that but no one knew just how bad it had gotten. In a world so dark, Elizabeth had been his only light and she never forgave herself for not being able to save him. I was four-teen when that happened, I am now twenty and not a day goes by that I do not think about her. I call home sometimes, my mom told me that she got hooked on drugs about a year ago. Today is the First day that I have been home in two years, and today is July 3rd 2004 and I am attending Elizabeth McCormack's funeral. She was a beloved friend and a beloved daughter and three days ago she died from the same fate her brother Jonathon did. She died from hopelessness.