True story

She'll never forget any of it. How could she? It was just another day, fighting with the man she loved more than anything. They'd somehow ended up at an abandoned house down the street where the man she loved had been drinking. It was somewhere they hung out from time to time. This particular day, things got out of hand.

They'd been fighting since the morning, and she decided she couldn't take the arguing for another second. She grabbed her things, and walked out the door of the empty house. She was almost out of the driveway when she heard a noise she will never forget. It was the sound of her lover's 357. revolver. She didn't hesitate for a second. Running up those stairs and into that room. That's when she saw him with the gun. A sheet wrapped around it to soften the blow, pointed at his own head. It was a sight she'd never forget. His words were unclear, but his plan rang through her without doubt. He was going to kill himself, and she was forced to be the witness.

After an hour or so of begging, and pleading with him to put the gun down, somehow things took a turn. Suddenly the gun was pointed at her. She couldn't believe what was happening. All he could say to her was "Sit down, turn around, and shut up." But she refused.

In the end, she somehow did it. She'd gotten the gun out of his hands. I guess she had made him see in some small way a reason not to pull the trigger. They left the abandoned house, and went home together where she let him fall asleep. First chance she received she told someone about what happened, and got help.

There's more to the story, but the rest is lost. She can only remember the sound, the horror, the sadness, and the words he said. In the end no life was taken, but something still died that day.