As my lungs fill with blood, I gasp and realize that I've enhaled my last breath. The air escapes thru the burning holes his hollow tip shells left in my chest. Coughing up blood as I exhale, the street lights seem to hum my lullaby.
My blood soaked Danier leather is my blanket and this cold Spadina curb is my pillow. No...not tonight! Not like this! "Cindy!!", I yell, getting weaker by the second. She can't hear me...no one can.
My voice is muted by the sweet silence of death. As I reach out and accept the angels extended hand, my mind flickers...images, voices, sirens, tears...Cindy...she's here, but I'm not....
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