Here I am… my jail cell that was my home for the past few months is gone. The whitewashed walls and hard bed are no more.

Soon. Very soon nothing will be real. Not even me…the trial was swift. I confessed. The gang looked stricken.. I wish pony hadn't come to see that.

Here I am strapped into this chair. For two crimes. Killing those five Socs. And living on the wrong side of town.

Its true…if I had been a real soc. Instead of just living with my aunt and uncle this might not've happened.

And yet I'm glad.. I'm just so, so glad. Finally I wont be tormented for my parents money.

I can see the needle going into my arm now. And It doesn't hurt.. blissful.. my world is slipping and I'm not sad. I feel nothing. I feel like I do when I have to fight those Socs. Zero nothing. Life and death are one. The line between in blurry. And I don't care if I cross it..

Wait.. I'm over now. And there she is. As beautiful as ever she's just sitting there swinging her bare feet off a cloud. No wings or halo no white dress. Just a respectable skirt and blouse. The ones she died in…no money for a funeral. At least not yet… poor mum lost both of us… but she'll live on…

Looking up he smiles at me and stands. And her embrace is as warm and tight as ever her voice is soft in my ears.

"I thought you'd come…I'm glad.. and guess what?"

I don't need to ask what because she answers for me

"there's no Socs in heaven"

(A/N MY FIRST FINISHED FIC. I'm happy. And I know the end was sappy. But this was how I planned it in my head. ..yea anyways reviews are appreciated.)