Seeing the eyes hurt more the second time. It meant something now, I had thought about it for hours. I didn't cry this time. I was not going to give Julie and her stupid drugs the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Never.

I woke up in a dark room. I winced - my head hurt. Touching my hand and drawing back I saw myself clean of blood. I almost laughed. That would certainly not last.

I pushed myself up, feeling something press into my hip. My gun. The Kahr, the silver model pressed into my flesh. I could feel the trigger. Not safe. Did I have the safety on?

I stood, pulling the gun from my waistband and checking the safety. On. Oops.

I opened the barrel, checking it was loaded. I only had a couple shots. The pounding in my head held back the exact number. Also not too safe.

I kept it pointed down. My hands shook badly. I swallowed hard, letting my gaze trace the edges of the room.

"You're awake." Julie's voice said.

I yelped and my hands tensed. Tensed right over the trigger, pulling it in with my fingers.

After I realized what I had done, the gun slipped from my hand and I crumpled to the ground. My hands pressed into my foot, already covered in what some would call the color of love. My knuckle brushed metal. The bullet was still in my foot.

"You moron!" Julie laughed, finally stepping towards me to examine my foot.

I quickly stood up in a fit of furry, intentions evil. I plummeted back to earth - and reality - as soon as I put weight on my left foot. I hated getting shot.

Once before. One time before that day I had been shot. In the shoulder, and it hurt like hell, but pain isn't something you can really remember. Pain always fades.

Physical pain at least.

Julie was laughing even harder. An insane, bone chilling, hope crushing, back shuddering, flipping creepy laugh. "Never, never have I met someone as damn pathetic as you."

"I'm sure you've dated worse." I said.

"It might surprise you Henderson, but no one I've ever dated has shot themselves in the foot. Not even your sorry excuse for a brother."

"You sure do manage to talk about Louis a lot." I smiled, sitting up and grabbing my foot again.

"Shut up." She warned, leaning closer. Her eyes could kill a titan.

"Nah," I shrugged. "I believe we should have a nice long talk about my older bro." I nodded, content.

"I'm not hav-" She started to say before I cut her off.

"So the hair? Would that be a yes or a no?"

She punched my eye. She punched my eye closed. It made me want to cry, weep, sob. I didn't. I wouldn't.

"Hell of a no." I grunted, reaching to cover my eye before noticing my hands were red.

"How far you'd go for a joke." She shook her head.

"What does it matter now?" I asked. "Sure, there's the smallest possibility I'll make it out of here alive. Next to impossible. But, if I can annoy you for my last few hours, I will without a second thought."

"Hours?" Her face cracked into a smile. "Hours?"

"Yeah. What's wrong with-"

"Days, Mark, days. There's only one retard in this room, and it isn't me."

I looked over her shoulder. She ignored it.

"You're the first everything you know." She said, absent mindedly. A knife was in her hand. Had it been there the whole time? I wasn't sure as I was feeling a little woozy.

"You're the first person to bring a gun. You're the first person who isn't innocent. You're the first person to make jokes. You're the first person to to scream for help. You're the first person to shoot themselves."

"I'm never going to forget this am I?" I asked, mock sadness luminating the room.

"Oh Mark. You'll never do get any of this."

Holy crap. Holy guacamole. Holy frijitas. I just finished a book. I wrote another book. I've written two books. How bizarre is that? Two, twenty plus chapter books. Never have I dreamed that I'd write two books before I even bought a car. Odd.

Now all I have to do is completely re-write it, find someone willing to publish me, probably re-write it again, and decide on a new title. A new title because I really am starting to think this one doesn't tell you what the book is about. And Mark really isn't a bad dude, right? I'm not sure. Humans are weird.

Nonetheless, I must keave, my new favorite song is on and missing it would be ashame.

Oh, and if you think I was going to go ahead and publish the final five chapters, you honestly don't know how evil I am.