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  I conjure Leona, Emily.

  Move my feet closer. Closer.

  There’s Grandma One, Grandma

  Two, and their spouses, waiting

  for me. I see Dad. Cara. Mommy.

  I screw up my courage, step over.

  Tony

  Raven Screams

  Conner, no! Mary,

  holy mother of God.

  And then she runs.

  Conner? What happened

  to Conner? We follow

  Raven to the cliffs edge.

  One glance over the side

  tells a simple story,

  one I refuse to believe.

  “Quick! Someone belay

  me. I’ll go get him. Call

  911. Maybe there’s still

  time to save him. Will

  somebody please help me?

  I’ve got to get down to him!”

  Raven just stands, two-way

  in hand. Sean’s almost

  up to him. But no one,

  no one could survive

  that fall. Within seconds,

  her radio spits the expected news.

  Guilt balloons inside me,

  shoves me to my knees.

  “Oh God, no. It’s not true!”

  Gentle arms tuck me in.

  Stop, Tony. He’s gone.

  Vanessa’s tear-dampened

  kisses cover my face.

  Oh! can’t believe he’d

  do such a horrible thing.

  “I can. And I could have

  prevented it. It’s all my

  fault, Vanessa. I knew.”

  I push her away, turn

  my head to one side.

  My vomit tastes like death.

  Raven Calls for Rescue

  Care Flight isn’t far

  away, at least not as

  the crow (or ’copter) flies.

  But rather than wait,

  we opt to climb down.

  We have to go past Conner.

  Part of me doesn’t want

  to look. Most of me has

  to. He’s splayed on a big

  boulder. His spirit, or

  whatever was inside,

  is definitely somewhere

  else. All that’s left is his

  broken shell. His eyes

  are open, as if he couldn’t

  let go of the very last

  thing he saw. I wonder

  what it was. Heaven?

  He’s smiling, and one

  hand is extended. Did

  someone come for him,

  take his hand, and walk him

  across that border, into

  the ultimate frontier?

  Some churches say

  suicide denies him

  that comfort. But could

  a true and loving God

  turn His back on such

  a tortured soul? Wouldn’t

  the Ultimate Tribunal

  consider extenuating

  circumstances? Will

  it consider them for me?

  “Please, Father. Please,

  Conner. Forgive me.”

  The “Rescue”

  Isn’t much of a rescue,

  of course. They can

  take their time, and

  they do. We gather

  at the base of the hill,

  watch the crew’s efforts.

  Another time, another

  body, it might be

  interesting, how they

  lower a sled from the top,

  gentle the remains into

  a polyurethane bag, zip …

  But those remains belong

  to my friend. I haven’t

  had many of those. Now

  this one is gone. Forever.

  I should cry, want to cry.

  All I can do is feel ice cold.

  Vanessa and I huddle

  together, searching

  for comfort in each

  other’s touch. “Why

  couldn’t he just talk

  to me, Vanessa?”

  He did talk to you, Tony.

  I think you were the only

  person he could talk to

  at all. In the long run,

  maybe that wasn’t enough.

  But this wasn’t your fault.

  “I knew he’d quit taking

  his meds, knew how

  depressed he seemed.

  I never said a word.

  And that will haunt

  me for the rest of my life.”

  Maybe even longer.

  Vanessa

  Care Flight Lifts Off

  And in its wake, seven

  people seem unable to move,

  stunned into silent shock.

  Finally Sean decides,

  Let’s go back to camp.

  Aspen Springs will send

  transport, but it will take

  a while to get here.

  We walk slowly, trying

  to absorb what has happened.

  Everyone deals with the loss

  in different, personalized ways.

  Sean and Raven discuss

  the possible fallout. I knew

  he was struggling, Sean

  says. But when I talked

  to him, he seemed okay.

  He said he was just tired.

  Did I push him too hard?

  Damn, what a waste!

  Dahlia tells Lori, who agrees,

  That boy was fine.

  Justin just prays.

  Tony holds on to my hand

  like if he let go, I might dash

  over a cliff too. I know he needs

  me more than ever. The responsibility

  is daunting, and I think about

  a kiss from my steel lover,

  knowing I have to find a way

  to leave it far behind me.

  Do you think Conner’s parents

  know yet? asks Tony.

  “I’m sure they must.”

  Do you think they care?

  The Question

  Takes me by surprise.

  “Of course they care.”

  They have to, don’t they?

  “Why would you ask

  such a question?”

  I was just thinking

  about who would care

  if I killed myself. I never

  thought about anyone else

  when I tried before.

  Of course, I didn’t really

  have anyone to think

  about then. Ma was gone,

  not that she would have

  given a fraction of a damn.

  Phillip was gone, and Pa

  was just a memory.

  He stops walking, pulls

  me tight against his chest.

  And I didn’t know you.

  Would you care, really care?

  I reach my arms up around

  his neck, pull his face down,

  lock his eyes with mine.

  “Yes, Tony. I would really care.

  Losing you would kill

  a part of me—the part

  that has learned what

  love really is.”

  And what is that?

  “You.” This time

  when we kiss, I feel

  it in the pit of my stomach,

  I feel it in my heart.

  And I realize love isn’t about sex.

  It’s about connection.

  Camp Feels Empty

  While we wait for transportation

  to carry us out of this place,

  Tony and I take a walk.

  It’s a perfect spring day

  on a hill above the Black Rock

  Desert. “This was an island

  once, you know, when the playa

  was underwater. Can you believe

  all that desert was once a giant lake?”

  Tony stares out at the ocean

  of sage and bitterbrush.<
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  It is hard to believe

  that something that seems

  so permanent was once

  so different. Change.

  I guess that really is one

  thing you can count on….

  He is quiet for several

  minutes. Finally he says,

  I just can’t figure out why.

  I mean, I can understand

  why someone like me

  would think suicide was

  the only way out. But

  Conner had it all—he

  was great looking,

  smart, rich. He had

  everything to live for.

  So, why …

  A breeze blows up,

  touching my cheek

  like a little child’s kiss.

  It flutters a piece of paper,

  lodged in the sage.

  “Trash, out here? Must

  belong to one of us.”

  We move closer,

  and when I reach

  for it, I find …

  … a perfect paper airplane.

 


 

  Ellen Hopkins, Impulse

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