The knife flashes a light into my eyes. It blinds me for a moment and I shake my head to clear my senses. Except, my vision doesn't clear and I feel numb. The only sense that stays sharp is my smell. The smell of copper and I am confused. Oh, wait. I remember. I was stabbed. My gut is cold and it is slowly creeping through to the rest of my body. Turn towards Tony. Do it. The switchblade in my hand reaches out to him. Maybe it is for him to avenge me. Maybe it is to touch him again. One last time. My eyes relax as they watch his face shift into torment. I am his best friend after all. Birth to Earth. Womb to Tomb. Why I think about this shit is beyond me. I am dropping to the floor. Face first. The ground hits me and I feel a twinge of pain go through my chest and my lungs exhale a breath. I guess it's my last breath. What a pathetic way to go. Lying face down on the wet cement. It's getting darker. Is that because I'm facing the ground or because I'm going blind? I can feel somebody's fists knot up into my shirt. I think I say Tony's name. It's a whisper and I don't think anybody heard it. Better that way. My brain freezes up when I think about the letter. I wrote it over and over and over again. What will Tony's mother think when she's packing up all of my stuff? I never planned on giving it to him. I keep it in my underwear drawer. And I dream. Now I am not worried about the letter. Or how it will tarnish my reputation forever if Tony's ma says anything when she finds it. I realize that I can't think anymore. That I am stopping. Stop. I'm gone.