I’ve always found it ironic that my story began at the end of my life.
Facing down the barrel of a gun is like standing on the edge of mountain, just before the decline to the bottom. For that fleeting moment, my body frozen, my hair a twirling curtain of brown and my arms twisting away from my body, I am immortal. But slowly the finger on the trigger squeezed and my eyes graze past the gun, stopping on the face. At the sight of his violet eyes, a purple storm of lies, time came crashing back on me like a thunderous wave, drowning me with emotion. “Aiyvn.” The whispered words of a helpless soul, just before their betrayal. Those were supposed to be the last words I ever spoke, the name of my murderer. Fast forwarded, now. The bullet was set free from the barrel with a swift click, the explosion of sound ringing in my ears as I swivel around, trying to dodge the death capsule heading for me. My legs pushed me furiously forward, my breath whizzing past me, I’d certainly put some distant in between him and me. But all of this was in vain. I couldn’t out run the inevitable. My death. So in it did go, puncturing into my fleshy skin and sending a spasm of pain from an unknown intrusion rippling throughout my nervous system. I cry out as my knees buckle and the speeding bullet drives further into my waste, now plunging into my kidney. The pavement swirls towards my face, knocking the wind out of me as I collide into it. The pain quickly overwhelmed me, gagging on my saliva, I seal my eyes closed in horror. Too soon, a tremendous force compacted with my ribs, flipping me onto my backside. I’d forgotten how to breathe, I’d forgotten how to cry. I only stare wide-eyed at the man who once swore himself to me. The man who was killing me. A soft smirk sketches across his lips as he raises the M9 9mm. Beretta pistol again, aiming right between my eyes. “Goodbye, Caroline.” Click. Blackness.