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Her last words clung in the air like a cloud of fog. Every breath choked us and held a lump in our throat tigher as we gazed down at the limp body lying limply silent on the ground. The question in my mind swam around and thrashed itself around trying to escape the cage my mind had created. I had to hold it or I would too be just like her. He stood above her protectively with the gun held loosely in his hand and he was breathing in deeply as if he was drowning. Yet his eyes were calm....no not calm, blank; blank and unfeeling. I could feel him all around me though he only stood by me, thickening the air that I was breathing. He was savoring the taste of freedom. I shivered in the cold and bowed my head. Why did he have to pull the trigger? Why am I still alive?

Posted by: Your_Nighttime_Vampire Sun Dec 09, 2007 @ 05:37pm

Four Angels to my bed,
Four Angels around my head,
One to watch and one to pray,
and two to reap my soul away...