A/N: OK, so this is my first WWRY. Oh and I love, love, love reviews so please press that little button at the end. You know you want to :D
Disclaimer: If I owned WWRY, Britney would not die.
I glared up at the man in front of me, hate pulsing through my body. I never thought I could hate anyone as much as I hated this man. I could barley feel the physical pain from the lazars the guards fired at me. The pain, anger, and sadness inside me to strong for me to feel anything else.
I closed my eyes, trying to forget the man in front of me. Trying to forget that he was gone. My best friend, my love, my Brit. Closing my eyes didn't help. I could see him inside my head. His smile, his eyes, his dead body falling to the ground.
I open my eyes again, tears streaming down my face. No. I would not cry, not in front of his murderer. I didn't care if they killed me. I would welcome death. I, Meatloaf, wanted to die. For there was no life worth living without Brit.