I stumble in the dark. The scent of blood drenched my shirt. Ashley is dead. Martha is dead. Now there's me. I'm soon stopped by the eyes of your horrid blood thirty kind. Was this the last thing I'll be seeing before I'm sent to hell from all the drugs I've done as a teenager. You approached me slowly. Two others behind you now. Your hand reaches out and touches my cheek. "You are mine now." And with that I fall.