The Right

   "You wernt met to die Jared or else you would have. There is no escaping death there is only continuing to live for another reason so dont you get all poor me on me now because thats all saying that crap is doing."

Coming even closer to the bed Grace leans forward on it looking at Jared in a stern manor but still with much respect and friendship in her eyes. She felt bad for Jared and could only imagine how he must be feeling. It had to be hard to not remember anything and than remember everything only to find out it was not so good.

   "As for the gun no matter how bad my past was I wouldn't revert to killing myself because thats the cowards way out you hear me. Do you really think your mom would be better off if you killed yourself? I don't think so because than she would have to live with that guilt along with a song who wasn't willing to change and take someone else help when it was looking him right in the face now."

Grace's own emotions seemed to bubble not with anger though but with hurt, hurt for Jared and what he was going through. There was nothing she could do to make this better, she could only continue to prompt him, talk to him and reassure him he could change.

   "Everyone deserves a second chance at life because God gave us that right when he died for us. Weather you believe it or not it's the truth and like me, and you mom he wont abandon you either. So I'll tell you whatever I have to tell you to get it through you thick skull that you can be a better man, you can be the man I became friends with. You were that way once, and just because you have memories doesn't mean you can't be again."