As I walked across the Bridge of Death I felt a burning sensation in both of my gun shot wounds. The burning then took over my entire chest area. The decision of life or death is being made for me right now.

It is a weird feeling, having your life flash before your eyes. I don't think anyone could have someone walk them through this experience. Just the overall growth. Being forced to open up by my peers. I don't really know what is right or wrong, or what conversations Ky had with James throughout the time that I knew them, but I do know that James shot me twice and I need to punch him in the mouth.

So when the burning sensation took over my body I let it hurt. Pain is nothing more than proof that you are alive.

"CLEAR!"

All of my senses came back to me at the same time, as I was shocked back to life.. All of the unfamiliar faces and sounds scared me. I looked around for some form of normality.

My body was strapped to a stretcher, but I knew we were moving.

"He's conscious and breathing." An unknown woman yelled. She appears to be the lead paramedic.

The ambulance came to a halt and I was rushed inside of the hospital. The slow movement pace that I was used to with my mom was no longer available. I heard the chaotic force of my father running to catch up to the stretcher team sprinting me to emergency surgery. There is a bullet within my right abdominal and possibly between my shoulder blade.

I know I lost a lot of blood.

Decisions are being made for me without my consent. There are a lot of, "if we don't do this now he will die" talk. They can't risk putting me under for the surgery.

This is the real death match.

As they wheeled me into the surgery room I caught a glimpse of Erin, Aubrey and Brooke. I spent enough time with them to be able to do basic sign language. With what little strength I had left I signed "K.Y." hoping they would find him.

"Keep me awake." I whispered to the medical team.

No more consent was needed. I didn't leave mom just to die within the hour. As long as I feel pain I know I am alive.

I watched as security came and had to physically remove my father from the surgery room. It was honestly pretty funny because it took three of them to contain my dad and he wasn't even fighting back.

Multiple monitors and IVs were connected to me. The coolness of the alcohol that hit my body was nothing more than a warning of the pain that was about to become. When the first knife cut into my skin it was very clear that I was alive. They went after the one in my abdominal first since it was the least risky.

I can kind of hear my mom making jokes saying this is what childbirth feels like.

I muscled through the pain as best as I could ignoring the words of encouragement and orders from the doctors. After the first bullet was successfully removed I was transitioned onto my stomach.

When the knife hit the back of my neck fear was no longer an option. My body was filled with the rage I had for James. Anger itself numbed the pain. The animalistic urge that all humans possess took over my body.

The T-Rex is known as being the king of dinosaurs. James is nothing more than a Compsognathus. For those of you who don't know, those are the chickens of the Dino world.

My case is that as soon as this is over, I'm dethroning James.