Disc. I own none of the characters or storyline here, they all belong to WB or the writers or something. The title is from a Sylvia Plath poem I recommend you read sometime. Another depressing piece of 1st person fiction from me, Skaye.

I knew my life was over as soon as my back broke the glass but what choice did I have? For him, I would die a hundred times over. The agent leapt after me and we fell in a shower of bullets and glass. This is it, Trin, I thought, this is where you fall off the mortal train. But I was not about to let him have the last shot so I grit my teeth as the ground flew closer and shot for all I was worth. Then he hit. I felt shock before I felt any pain as the bullet hit. I am not invincible. Through all this leaping around on rooftops like a cat and watching Neo score countless victories I had forgotten that. I am still human, still mortal, still vulnerable. Something hit my back but it was not the ground yet. Neo. Who else could it be? I nearly sobbed with relief but then the pain hit in. I have never felt such pain, not merely burning or throbbing but all-out tearing my chest apart agony. I screamed. Neo looked confused and almost frantic. Almost normal for him. He reached into my chest and removed the blooded bullet. The poor man, he had enough on his shoulders with the Source, Smith and this little matter of being the saviour of humanity. Now this, now I had to leave him. All I could say was that I was sorry, sorry for the pain I caused, sorry for breaking my promise. He gripped my hand, at a loss for anything else to do. I was dimly aware of a tingling in my arm as Morpheus injected antibodies or whatever he calls that stuff to keep me alive. Everything was dimming, growing faint and then there was no more pain. I don't know what happened next, I don't remember anything, not even nothing like a sleep without dreams but the next thing I knew, I was gasping for breath, every inch of me shocked and I was alive. Neo, he brought me back from the dead. I told him that made us even and he pulled me into his arms and kissed me as if we had been separated for years. He saved me and healed me. I owe him my life and so much more. We are far from even but I swear I will fight by him for as long is ther is breath in my body. I died but I am not dead, I left but I am still here. I will live to see another day.