Mamma always said....

my temper would be the death of me...

I never thought for a moment that maybe she'd be right.

Sami and I had just gotten into a fight about her sneaking out to see my brother, I was really more angry with the fact that she tried to sneak out than the fact it was to see Stef.

I had started losing my temper, and some people know how dangerous I can get when I lose my temper, so I left. Like I tried to teach my kids: If you're that angry, walk away.

I shoved my headphones into my iPod and blared it as loud as I could. "Welcome to the Black Parade", one of my favorite albums, was on replay. I turned the volume up as far as it could go, regardless of permanent damage, and just started walking. Sometimes I had to start running.... I was that angry.

I was mostly angry with myself. How could I have let this happen? What had I done wrong? My family was falling apart and I couldn't do a thing about it. These thoughts consumed me so much, I didn't hear the car until it was way too late.

*Pew*

I felt cold, suddenly... As if ice had poured into my body. I looked down at my stomach, where a red stain was spreading from a smoking hole in my shirt. I didn't feel any pain... Just surprise, really... What was a drac doing out in the far Zones? Then I looked around me. I had wandered into Zone one.

I fell to the ground, too weak to support myself. Irrationally, I put a hand against the wound, as if to hold the blood in. But I had read somewhere once that if it doesn't hurt, the body has no reason to warn of danger. It's too late.

The drac  who shot me came over to me, nudging me onto my back with his foot. I looked up into his cold blue eyes as he smirked behind the mask.

"Well well well... Another Zone Rat..." He watched my expression carefully.  "Any last words?"

Any famous ones? I thought... And I wasn't afraid. I felt a single tear slide down my cheek, for all the lost opportunities, the people I had fought with and never gotten the chance to forgive...

He pulled my headphones off and placed them to his ear. I wondered what was playing... Then I heard the familiar music. If I hadn't started coughing, I would have laughed. "Dead". Of all the songs on the album, this WOULD be the one that plays for me...

He smirked with me and placed the gun to my forehead. Normally, I would have flinched at the heat, but it didn't affect me now. Small blessing of getting close to death, I guess.

"Have you heard the news?" he taunted, finger resting on the trigger.

"You're dead"

I felt myself smile as I closed my eyes one last time.