• My death scene



    As the glass fell infront of my face I could see my own reflection from many angles I had never seen myself in befor I watched as the glass fell to the ground not only reflecting my self but also reflecting my memories each peice holding a part of me like my father, the first time I shot a gun, the military camp, my 18th birthday, the bombing, the day I felt the lust for war, my friend's, the first time I took someone down, my first pet, all these thing's whent through my memories as clear as the glass that fell infront of me. Then that peircing sound when I new it was over. It only made sence I was brought into this world alone 21 years ago today and I would leave it alone the vary same. the bullet made contact with my skin and broke through my flesh. I could feel the second it peirsed my heart. overcome with pain I fell to the ground on the glass that brought me my memories, it was now coverd in crimpson red droplets. As my blood crawled away from me. Soon it too would leave me....no this wasn't rite I wasn't ready to go yet. Was this what would happen to me? Would I just be another person lost in the tides of war over come by the bloodlust?.....No I couldn't go yet I just couldn't. I reached for the sky and my hand fell back to my side I couldn't even hold up my hand. Then I worked up watever energy I had left, It wasn't enough to get back up. I screemed cursing the blood red sky flouting above me I cursed the rain that washed away the crimpson liquid that tried to escape me. I wanted to see it the face of the one who shot me down. My eternal killer. I screemed to that person "coward show yourself." who was it I was losing sight my grip on reality was loose. Just like my grip on life. Both were slipping away from me. Then I saw it, the figur that stepped out of the rain. "Victoriea?" I gasped loseing breath. She smiled taunting me as I lay under her dying. her gaze peirsing at my open wound digging in it deeper then the bullet could. "You feel that? lookes like your out, you lose Destiny" she spoke looking prouder then ever. So happy to be victorious. I closed my eyes and heard the sound that stole my life away replaying in my head like a broken record. Not the gun shot not, the breaking glass, but the thing that took me under was her laughing. there was no justice here. She didn't die that was only for me. The odd one in the group. this story has no moral nothing good came from anything I did. I wasn't rememberd I had no one to remember me. I had lost to myself and to the wage of war. But I did not lose to her.


    the end