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Ice runs through my veins. I can only hear my heart thumping through my ears and I savor the sound. The sound will never be heard again. Not by anyone. Not a doctor, or Sylvia when she lies on my chest, and especially not me, because tonight, I am going to die.
Sure I'm technically committing suicide, but not really. That's a pussy way to die. Only a fucking loser would die by overdose or shootin' themselves in the head. No, I have a better plan. I may have never graduated and I might not be very smart, but when it comes to a fight, I'm a genius.
This fight is a fight between me and death. So what if the cops shoot me up? Its what I want. And I always get what I want.
As I run down the street I can hear the sirens get closer and closer until it reaches the point that it almost deafens me. But I keep running with all I've got. I have to make it to the lot if I want to win.
As I turn the final corner, I see the shadows of the gang. Golly, this is gonna be hard to show them, but its no different than any other fight, I'm still gonna win. Steve and Soda and Two-Bit will still cheer me on, Darry will still shake his head and ask if I need help to get cleaned up, Pony will still looked shocked and slightly fearful but proud of me. Just like always.
But it's not like always. Someone is missing and we all know who it is. It just makes winning this fight all the more important.
As I run across the grass, I hear the fuzz get out of the cars and scream at me to turn around, but I just keep running. One of them starts to run toward me, but I reach in my waistband and pull out something that will give me the upper hand in this fight. As the cop sees the gun he immediately freezes in place and says he's giving me one last warning to put the weapon down.
I don't put the weapon down. Doing that would give the cops the leverage they need to keep me here, alive, breathing. So I keep running but I hold out my arm and turn slightly so the gun is aimed at the cops.
I turn back around right as the first bullet hits me. It hits my back so I know I'm going down but a surge of adrenaline keeps me going. I may keep running, but I'll be damned if I say it didn't hurt like a motherfucker. It burns too.
Just as I'm about to go down, a whole damn army of bullets gets me and my body jerks with everyone that enters. I hear somebody scream but I realize it's probably me. It's a scream of victory because I know that I am so close to winning. So close.
As I lie on the ground I can feel blood seeping through my shirt and I do my best to smirk through the pain because I have got what I wanted. I have won the last fight.