You know how when you're gonna die, your life flashes right before your eyes? I think that time is now. Primarily, I just can't help but to think about the events that occurred just today. Seriously, things just went up and down. It's really freaking weird, but you'd think I would be reflecting on my entire life. Well, I guess today is good enough for a reflection.

The first thing I remember was being stuck in this jail cell. I was jailed for attempted robbery and... well... attempted assault on a cashier in a cafe. He wouldn't give me the money, and I thought he could be convinced if he had a baseball bat to the head. Too bad I didn't see that stupid woman behind me. She had to be some good-doer, didn't she? It wasn't really a tragic thing though. Family is either dead or hates me, dropped out of school, only friend outside of this wretched building is some gay guy named Garry. I don't care if he said he isn't like that, because he certainly acts and looks like it.

One thing I can say about him is that he's really nice, being gay and all. He dropped on by from time to time, and gave me some actual food. Food, like ramen and pizza, with a side of herbal tea! That's just fantastic. I missed being outside, but hey, what can you do? Only wished he could bail me out or something.

Back to the story, the jail guard just looked at me and opened the door. He started spouting out some nonsense about me being a terrible person, but frankly, he should listen to himself speak. My God, he needs to learn to just shut up. But the one little thing he actually said to me was what got me to stand up. "By the way, we're moving you to the basement."

I remember wanting to just take this chump's neck and breaking it. At least I was on the first floor, able to see the outside world. In that dirty basement, there's nothing there. Nothing but crap. Crap beds, crap chairs, crap food, and that means I'll become crap. I'm not going there again.

I walked out with this guy, trying to see if I can make a run for it. We're walking down the stairs, and suddenly, I see the exit. I just stopped walking, and the guard just yells some more. I didn't pay attention to what he said. I just knew I'm getting out of here.

Before he realized, I grabbed his nightstick, and whacked him once on the head. He fell over, and stayed down. What a wimp. He wasn't even bleeding, and this is when he passes out? Whatever. I'll take it. I'm gonna walk out a free man!

Before I left, I tried looking for better clothes. It was a nice day, but one layer of prison clothes is just asking for trouble. There was a walk-in closet next to the exit. The only things I found were a pair of ugly looking green pants and a black long coat. Perfect.

After I walked in, I closed the door, changed my pants, and put on the coat to hide my prison clothes. I hung that junk up like a professional. No one would suspect me. Then, I hear a voice outside. Great, another one of those guards. I didn't have anything to help me. It was okay though. The guard opened the door, and I played the part as the innocent little fool. I think that was a new guy, because I've been in there for about three months, and he didn't recognize me. He just thought I was done visiting. Idiot.

So, once I leave, I just jump for joy. Literally. It was so movie-worthy, I'd an award for that moment. Of course though, life just gotta come back and bite you in your little donkey. I see a cop car stop nearby, and I nearly made a ton of bricks. Stinky, smelly, brown bricks.

Seriously though, I tell you. Fate is just a dirty little mistress that wants something: your sanity. You know who comes out of this cop car? The very woman that busted me three months back. We were right next to this museum, and freaking hell it sucked having her that close to me. I just watched her try to open a gate. Is she retarded? Push once, pull once, not push with all your might, pull once you realize it's pull. The end. But... a true opportunity risen in front of me. It's something I noticed as she just walked in. She forgot her gun. And she closed the gate. I'm gonna get her.

I walked towards her car, and saw that the door was locked. I looked through the gate, and no one was there. Not even that woman. Of course, I was so hellbent on getting her head served to me on a silver platter, so where she was didn't really concern me. I broke the glass, and as life would have it, the cop car's siren went off.

I opened the door, grabbed the gun, and dashed towards another part of the museum. I saw a door somewhere in the back of the museum, and decided just to hop over the gate. The museum was deserted. I tried to open the door. Bingo. It opened. No locks, no alarms... I guess I could steal some stuff from the museum, kill that woman, man. Life couldn't be getting any better, even with all of that bull I had to put up with.

I remember looking outside the gate one last time. The cop car's siren went off as soon as I jumped over, and I saw no one. It's perfect. I know I say it's perfect a lot, but it is! I thought it would've been a quick an' easy run. Of course, if it truly were, I wouldn't be freaking dying right now.

So yeah. I walked in, and, I gotta tell you, it was dark in there. I couldn't see my own feet. I must have kicked something glass or something, because there was something in there that just shattered. As soon as I broke something, the door outside just closed. Crap. Now I'm stuck in the dark.

I started freaking out, and I used the gun to fire multiple times in the general direction of the door. I shouldn't have closed my eyes here, but I was starting to get a little scared. Or a lot scared. You be the judge. Maybe kill the person that locked me in, and make my fears go away. I must have hit something, because I felt something splatter on me. I thought it was blood, but as it turns out, it was too thick. I have felt someone's blood on my hands in the past, and this wasn't blood. I thought it was glue. I fired one more shot, just to see my hands.

Black paint. It was black paint on me. I tried firing once more. Nothing. I ran out of bullets. Oh no. This isn't good.

What happened after was a little foggy. I saw two red orbs with a small dark orb in the middle out of the darkness, and it started shining more and more. I thought at first it was just a trippy lighting thing, since this is a museum and frankly, I didn't know what kind of museum this was. And then, my eyes started freaking out. All I saw was a blue face grinning at me, and then all red, which transitioned slowly to black. I started feeling soft... fluff, surround my body. I couldn't breathe, let alone smell anything. But I do remember hearing bells toll, slowly getting lower... slowly getting grimmer, and finally, a loud shriek. I think that's when I passed out.

Frankly, I thought right then and there is when I would have died. Sadly, with the way things are now, I wish I was going to die like that.