Jeez, I don't know what her problem was. She knows I'm injured, she should go easier on me. I mean honestly, there is a nail about 2 inches thick going straight through me. Have some sympathy.

I don't remember the last time I bled this much. I don't know if I will remember this. Now there is a puddle of "me" that ruined my good shirt. I don't care about these shorts, though.

None the less, I need free and patch myself up before i lose consciousness. I've never had any confirmation for it but i have a terrible feeling that if i lose consciousness, I'll die in my sleep. I can't have that happen. I have to die by the hands of the terminator, while floating on a sea of vanilla pudding while Amy Lee sings to me... And so it shall be.

Alright think time. Not just about movies and music, but think of a way to get loose. Dumb idea: cut the rest of way to the edge of my side so i can slide right off. I would obviously pass out from pain or blood loss before I made it halfway. I can't cut the nail without tools. I can pull it out with my bare hands either. Even if got one of many guns from my armory, I would inadvertently end my own life with a round rather than save it. This only one solution.

Due to the slight wedge of the nail the bit sticking out of me is about a half inch wide than what's inside me. If I can balls up, I can slowly and painfully pull myself off. God dammit. This is going to suck. I've known this fact for a few minutes not but i've been trying to avoid it at the cost of valuable time. It also seems that I'm going for broke because there is a definite possibility that this nail can get a nasty grip on my much needed stuffing. Let's not think about it. No choice. Just do it

Just do it...

JUST DO IT!

"Niiiiiikeeeeee"

I pull my me-soaked body off the floor and loose the iron grip my formidable foe had on me. I slowly stand in the middle of the room and stare as last light shines through a crack in the window, a hole in me, and onto a bloody metal nail in the center of the room.

"Go screw yourself."

-click-

-BOOM-

The wooden cage of a house that once confined me now bares a hole the size of a "Bad Day" in it with little on me on one side of it. In my hands is my trusty sidekick responsible for the recent redecoration. His name is Bad Day. A shotgun of sorts. The sort of shotgun you want to have as a friend. Particularly because shotguns don't typically shoots friends, if they had any.

I drop my Bad Day as it simply fades to a shimmer of light before it touches the ground.

Now to begin my march. This march will take me to the beach. The beach will fix me up nicely.

15 minutes of walking goes by and I feel no closer than I did before. Little has changed though. The sun still clutches the horizon for its last breath of the day, the shore line shimmers on the surface of sand and water. The shadows creep across the earth around me. In fact the only things that have changed is my feeling. I feel lighter. But my feet sink just a little. Like the planet is tasting me before it swallows me. It lightly hugged my toes as though to tease me. I float and sink at the same time. I sink a little into each step and the world is spinning me.

I want to sleep. I want to give up, but I can't. I have someone waiting for me at the beach. She can keep me from sinking. I can see her just a couple feet away. She's so beautiful.

I grab her by the hips and lead her toward the shore line. She's wants me to swim with her.

" I'm dying" i say

She just stares back as if to say not yet.

Blindly, I let her lead me away. She leaded me to the ocean as it deepens. I lean her back for a dip and lean in for a kiss. The waves come. At first, there are small waves that we easily swim over. It's not long before he comes. He wants to separate us. I see him now. He is the biggest wave you have ever seen. Dark and swelling as if to be dead and living in the same instance. He grows in size and nearness as I brace myself for impact.

My beautiful companion reminds my hand that I'm not alone. He is near enough now that we both stand in defiance. The swell seems to consume us in its bowels. I feel the cool rush of his breath push from behind me as I speed back up his esophagus.

As I near my exit, the light shines through the beast I crawl out of. I see the last second of the day fade to night as the sea levels and I fall to my knees with my beloved. The blood soaks us both now and paints the stale ocean around us. I stare at my reflexion in the water.

My face is so different than I remember. I look.. More alive. I look deeper and behind my naturally mirror emerge the teeth of shadows. Now, there is only light.