"Stella!" Someone shouted. "Stella!" The voice was getting less clear all the time. "STELLA!" I didn't recognise the voice at all. "Please, Stella! Please be okay…" Then it hit me. Pain. It was all over. It shot though me like I was being electrocuted. Then other things spilt in to my mind. Again they shouted that name; "Stella!" I remembered the bang of a gun, the way I hit the floor. I remembered the wet thud of my heart. Scared. I can't even remember how I got here. Where is here? "STELLA! NO! Don't die on me," The voice spoke again. I figured it was a guy who cared a lot about this 'Stella'. I wanted to shout back. Then a face swam into view. Mac. I spoke the name. "Mac." It took him a while to answer back like he was shocked that I said the name. "Yeah I'm here." I wish I could open my eyes and tell him all the things I'm feeling. I can't though. All I say is "Mac, I'm scared." I wish a lot of things. I remember some of the things I felt around him. Love. I wish I could admit that one to him. But I am too much of a chicken. Guilt. I feel guilty for loving him. His wife was involved in 9/11. I hear his voice fading even more. No not now! Darkness is threatening to engulf me. More things pop into my head. I am Stella. More names and dates buzz in my head. And more pain. "Stella, stay with me!" Mac says to me. "I am trying." I say weakly. Everything seems so tiring. I feel like everything is so slow in my head. "Don's getting you an ambulance." Ambulance… that is a good thing right? I can't remember anymore. Things are getting jumbled. "Stella… I-." he started but broke off. Then he started again. "Stella… I love you." My heart rate got faster and threatened to never stop. I wanted to hang on for him. "I love you too." I need to hang on to life… but it's like fighting a losing battle. I wanted this pain to end. "Stella… Stay with me…" I need to yell out. But my lips won't move. "Stella?" He asks. His voice is cracking. "Stella!" Then I can't hear it anymore. My hands won't move. Its like dead weights are tied to them. Darkness is closer than ever. And I'm even more scared. It's getting closer and closer. I wanted to scream out. Then his voice, it's as soft at the midnight air, say's one last thing to me; "Goodbye Stella Bonasera. Sleep well." It sounds like a corny thing, but I know what he meant. He said goodbye. And with that last thing still in my mind. I let the darkness take over my body. And I fell into an everlasting sleep.