^'Seven Months Later'^

The only sound that swifts in my brain is that of a siren. An ambulance siren. It's blaring somewhere really close. I can't really make out what happened, and for whom the ambulance is, but if there's anything that I know is my head feels heavy and something wet is dripping along the shape of my face. My vision is blurred and I hear more voices. Voices of humans.
Humans.
Someone once told her humans were the most wise among the creatures. How badly they utilized their wisdom. Saying "utilized" would be more of a trivialization. Because they actually wasted it.

And that's when a memory flashed in my mind.

Someone was shouting. The voice came from somewhere seriously close. The voice echoed twice and seemed like it came out of a seriously sharp vocal chord, it's intensity exquisitely aching her ear drums. Her hands motioned into a fist and they went straight for the abdomen of the person in front of her. A things began to get clearer, she noticed the voice had escaped her larynx and the person she hit was no one but Avery Hernandez. Her dark hair were messed into twines, and her pale eyes had shifted to a raging auburn shade, glaring at her own self. her heart cartwheeled as Avery's fist direction straight towards her, and her neurons were late in sensing the stimuli and making appropriate response and she felt a whole river of blood cascade down her nose.

"What do you want now?" She shouted.

"I won't let you rule! I can't have you being everyone's favorite!" Avery screamed back.

"As if I want to! Go get your wish, kill me. Come, do it. That's what you have been wanting since the last month, yeah? I don't know what's got into you, what made you turn into this outrageous detested girl? We were supposed to be friends Ave. I never expected such nefarious reaction from you. What's got into you, I repeat it Ave. Do whatever you won't, I don't care at all."

She faced those red eyes again, and noticed another color changed.

Grimness.

The eyes shifted to a dire deeper shade. They became dim and it came into sight that Avery's heart had already turned into that of stone.

A stone. Hard. Solid. Unchangeable. Lackluster.

She felt the blood dripping along her face fuse with drops of water running vigorously from her tear glands, their rage and velocity almost hurting her Iris and blurring her view further.

Avery's finger reached for the trigger of the deep black pistol she held. A dirty, uncontrollably filthy smirk came over her face and her eyes went back to pale. She was doing it, and she was happy for it.

A spark came into view, and in seconds a sharp sound escaped the misty prison air.

In moments she felt her body bend down and her hand involuntarily reach for her stomach. A river of pain went through her spine, hurting her heart badly. It was so intense, its power so deep and real, for a moment various vain thoughts of death surrounded her.

Why to live. Where to live. how to live. She tried to forget if life had ever meant anything to her. But no. She had suffered through a lot already. Seven months living in a home that people call their worst nightmare. A whole year of homelessness. Again seven months and no visitor came to visit her. No Zac. No Scarlet. None of them. What did she do to deserve such loathe? All she did was lend a helping hand, and she badly regretted it.

She had decided something in her mind. She was going out. She was telling them she lied and Zac did it. She didn't care. Not anymore. Everyone was right. If you want to live in this world, you have to play the cards against humanity strategically. Because no one cared. She had to survive, and that was the only way.

She struggled to keep her eyes open in case the pain urged her soul to leave her for eternity.

And soon she heard the sirens.

They load me in the ambulance. I can not feel the pain anymore though. It seems like the part of my stomach where the bullet had targeted is already dead. Because I could not feel. The voices now seem really far away and i can't help but close my eyes.

But somewhere deep, I still have hope that I'll be able to open them again and maybe life can still change. I still see a slight curve in my road to success.

I'd gain that someday, and how I'm going to do it, is deprive of 'feelings'.