PREFACE:
He ain't gone.
It was the only thing that was going through my mind as I ran down the dark, city streets. The world around me was bustling with noise and traffic and people, but in my head the only thing I could hear was the deep, sauntering beat of my heart and the lingering noise of Johnny's heart monitor. One long, continuous, high pitched, blood curdling noise that hadn't stopped echoing in my mind since the moment he died; the noise that I knew would haunt me for the rest of my life.
Eventually, a new noise broke through my cloudy mind. Yelling. Screaming.
"Stop!" the voice shouted.
But I wouldn't.
"Police!" the shouts came again, "Stop!"
Perfect.
Managing to do so without slowing my pace, I slipped my hand into the back pocket of my jeans and found the cold, metal handle of the gun.
Abruptly, I spun around , pulling out the unloaded gun and aiming it directly at the mob of police officers that were running my direction.
"Drop your weapon!" One of them shouted.
I didn't.
I didn't even flinch as I watched the all reach for a weapon of their own. I knew that they would shoot; that had been my plan all along. My jaw was set and my shaking hand held the gun firmly out in front of me.
"Drop the gun!" The officer warned one last time.
I refused to move a muscle.
Momentary silence. A gunshot. Pain.
A gasp that I barely recognized as my own escaped my lips as I fell to my knees. I clutched at the bleeding source of the pain right above my chest before letting the rest of my body fall into the soft, wet ground. This was it.
He ain't gone.
It was the only thing that was going through my mind as my world faded into blackness.