A/N: Warning, short kinda chapter. It's 1 300 words - which is actually the length of the chapters back at the start of TGAAGG. Nowadays I spoil ya with my 2 000 or 2 500 words. 

Blake stays quiet. Even as Jane has her gun pointing at my head, Blake stays quiet.

Ischemic heart disease is worldwide the highest cause of death according to statistics. Ischemic heart disease is a term given to heart problems caused by narrowed heart arteries. Narrowed arteries cause less blood and oxygen to reach heart muscles which can ultimately lead to a heart attack and then death.

The more basic way to explain it, is that Ischemic heart disease is when parts of your heart shrink smaller and smaller until it can't function anymore and you die.

And right now, my heart feels so small, it can just as well not be there.

It gets hard to see with tears blurring my vision, but it's hard to miss a gun pointing at your head and the stupid guy you fell for, because you always fall for the wrong ones, standing there, not saying a word as your brains might decorate the floor any second.

Ischemic heart disease can be alarmed by chest pains, but there is another type of Ischemic heart disease. The Silent Ischemic has no warnings. You feel fine the one second and just die the next.

I wouldn't say I've been feeling fine, but I've gotten pretty used to disappointment and heartache. I've become so accustomed to the feeling that Blake can tell me to fuck off and it'll be asif he talked about the weather.

Never did I think that Blake saying nothing, would be my Silent Ischemic.

"Just leave it, Miss Marigold," Owen suddenly says, "Blake will come to his senses and remember his vow to sterling. Let the poor girl go and give things time to breathe."

I look up at the guy that's trying to save our lives. Not just his or Blakes, but ours. Mine too. Why can't I ever fall for someone like him? Someone who turns out to be good? Do I secretly just hate myself? Do I only wish upon myself the guys I think I deserve?

Through my blurry eyes, I watch Jane stare at Owen and then Blake, and then her cold, brown eyes are back on me. A shiver goes through me. If I wasn't so physically exhausted, I would've tried pressure pointing her by now. Unfortunately the two dumb-asses holding me down, thought to spend their boredom throwing me around the holding cell under this place. Three days back - after Xavier was at the hospital and gave everyone money to part our ways, the first thing I did was catch a taxi to Tygerwell so I can get my things at Blake's mansion and leave this town.

Unfortunately, Jane over here was a step ahead and had these two dumb-asses waiting on the western road for me. My taxi driver is dead now.

"Here you go," Jane suddenly says to me as she hands me her gun. "I bet there's still one more person Blake could care about. Kill him, and I'll set you free. Kill him and I'll give you enough money to start a new life."

The first thing I manage to get through my brain while holding the cold weapon, is that it's heavy. There are an estimated total of 875 million guns in the world. Of those guns, 650 million are owned by civilians, 200 million by militaries and 26 million by law enforcement.

I'm holding one of those guns.

The second thing I start thinking of is what Jane just told me. She'll set me free. She'll give me enough money to start a new life. Maybe this time... Maybe this time I really can be free. Maybe now, I can finally leave this life and go somewhere where I can heal. Stay away from guys that always end up breaking my heart. Shrinking my heart.

All I have to do is kill someone. Who? Kill the one person Blake might still care about here.

Not me...

That one, I should've known even before Blake forgot about me at the Piano Graveyard. After he said he'll pick me up once his date with Amber is done. I had to walk for miles before I got a lift back to Tygerwell.

I look up and find myself focusing on the tailored coat Owen is wearing.

Owen Rhodes.

Owen Rhodes has to die...

Should I just drop the gun? Refuse to sacrifice someone, because someone in here would do that for me? Because someone in this fucked-up world will put the gun down for me?

Am I not allowed to be selfish?

With the blink of an eye, I raise my gun and aim it at Owen's head.

Everyone takes a collective gasp and Owen raises his arms in defense. I refuse to look at anyone else and keep my eyes locked on the spot between Owen's eyes. "What are you doing?" Owen asks - I'm not sure at who it's directed, but I don't answer in anyway.

Through the corner of my eye, I watch Jane shrug before walking back up to her desk. "You're right," she says, "I can't kill Blake because of his suppliers. You on the other hand? You deal with girls. Girls can be found everywhere. Hell, I even came in contact with a very nice gentlemen in another country willing to supply girls with a generous deal. I don't even have to pay the whores!" Jane laughs, "So, that concludes just how little your life matters. If Blake Bowmen refuses to promise me he'll do as I say, I'll just kill you like I killed that other annoying kid with the weird hair."

Owen turns slightly to look at Blake. Still, I refuse to take my eyes off of Owen's head.

In your lifetime, the odds of your cause of death being due to assault by gun, is 1 out of 315. The average person lives 27 375 days. Which means that in your life, there are at least 87 days where you stand a chance of dying by someone shooting you.

Today, I might help boost that statistic.

"No answer? Again?" Jane asks from her desk.

Still, Blake keeps quiet.

I hear Jane sigh and the trickling sound of something being poured. "Myra, shoot Owen Rhodes," Jane yawns.

Here it is. Here's my chance to finally break free. To fight for the life I deserve. My grip on the cold gun only tightens.

What is Blake thinking about this? Will Owen's blood splatter on Blake? Is he close enough for blood to get on him?

Without thinking, I quickly glance at Blake to see if he's close enough for blood to get on him. I curse myself when we make eye contact. Is that... Are those tears in his eyes? Is he going to cry at the thought of Owen dying, but... but not me? Of course not.

Come on, Myra, what do you care about how this'll make Blake feel.

What would he want me to do?

What has he ever done for you!?

I look back at Owen. My breaths becoming restricted and tears blurring my eyes all over again. Come one Myra, you deserve a better life. You still have to go to university and because a chef or a doctor or...

I don't feel it. The Silent Schematic.

I just know my heart is having an attack as I literally cannot kill Owen Rhodes, because it'll hurt Blake. Knowing this'll kill me, I do a quick spin and in a second aim at Jane.

Within a breath, I squeeze the trigger.

Please just love me.

Heyo goldies!!!

Firstly, since this was Myra's chapter and she's all about dem facts, I got a few statistics of my own for y'all ;) These are the demographics of my readers for TGAAGG:

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