The boat was now starting to leave the bay and he heard the engine starting, he sighed knowing she was safe and now he could rest easy.

"Please God, keep my angle safe..."

He prayed to himself.

Then without even thinking he knew it was time and reached in the back of his jeans where his handgun was.

He slowly pulled it out.

He wasn't scared anyone, he knew their was life afterwards and after some time she would join him and they could be together again.

"I love you Ana...I always did."

He looked at the boat one last time and saw how small it was getting.

He then took around and saw how beautiful this morning was, the sun danced across the crystal clear water...much like the color of her eyes."

He smiled and then pointed the gun under his chin and looked up at the bright blue sky.

He knew she was still watching him.

"Thank you for her..." He prayed again and then closed his eyes and counted to three.

One...

Two...

Three...

He pulled the trigger and the bullet went off in the blink of an eye. The quick jump of burning pain rushed through him, like a split second and then he fell to the ground.

Darkness washed around him.

Then...their was a noise.

A bird?

It sounded very much like one, flying over head his body...crying out in the mid-morning sky.

Was he in Heaven? Was this what it was like to be dead? A million thoughts rushed through the darkness and then he heard something else...almost sounding like a voice with a thick Tennessee accent.

"Holy shit..."

Michael then heard something walk closer beside him, the clicking against the dock wood must of been heavy hunrting boots or something since the sound grew louder and louder each time it got closer towards him.

"Man Buddy...at least you got the easy way out."

Michael then felt a heavy warm hand give him a soft slap on the lower arm...the one where he was bit.

"I am dead, and this must be hell...or even worse, what it really might be like to be dead, nothing to go to, just darkness and hearing everything around you forver."

He couldn't move...he was frozen.

But just then a sharp heated pain rushed through his body and both of his eye lids snapped open, the bright sun above him blinded him and he couldn't see a thing.

He shot up like a bullet and gave out a blood filled scream. Whoever was beside him screamed and jumped back for a second.

Michael sat up, his eye a total blur and his body stinging with pain, he had no idea what had happened.

Just then the voice came again behind him, he couldn't turn to face whoever it was.

"Buddy, you okay?" The voice seemed further away, as if whoever had just been kneeling beside him had jumped up and seemed half uneasy and scared to death.

Michael tried to speak but warmth filled his mouth and bubbles formed as it dribbled down his chin.

"What, What happened?"

He was able to choke out, he couldn't see a thing...everything was still a blur, and why couldn't he move?

The voice now seemed closer, but more uneasy, a soft nervous laugh escaped them.

"Well buddy, I found you laying here...you have a clean bullet whole sticking out the side of you...looks like you tried to blow your own fucking head off and it didn't work."

Michael froze...no his heart froze, this had to be a dream.

"A what?" He started, more warmth...which must of been blood ran down his face, making it harder to talk.

"A bullet hole...buddy you okay, your not looking so good."

Michael then couldn't get his breath, he felt like his heart was ready to burst, he tried to say something else but fell backwards on the dark dock and must of past out.

"The bullet didn't kill me...OH MY GOD, I'M NOT DEAD."