One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ni- *gunshot*

Please. Not me. I can't let mom down. Please let it be Samuel. Please. I can't die. Not now. I can't die like my grandfather. I look down and see blood coming out of my chest. I was shot in the heart. I fall to the ground. Blood staining the grass. My blood. My blood is staining the grass. Going through the dirt like water. I felt pain still. I think that is a good thing. I hope. I look around. I can't hear anything. Only my own thoughts. I can't die. I can't be dead. It will kill Evie and everyone else. Not Emily or James. They don't understand what death is. Not yet at least. Not until they are older. I look around and all I can see is trees and Samuel rushes towards me. Trying to stop the bleeding. He is saying something. I can't tell though. God. I'm only 15. This will kill mom and dad. Especially mom. Dad was lucky he got shot in the leg. The second time. I look around again and see- I pass out. I can't feel the pain anymore. I'm dying. I'm bleeding out. And the last thing I know is, I'm dead.....

I see a light. I run away. I can't die now. I can't. But then I see Rebecca. I see grandfather. I see great aunt Angelica. I see great aunt Peggy. I'm dead. I am really dead. I was killed. I was murdered.