Sorry Cam… *crouches in the bomb shelter*

PART THREE: Tenor Campbell, Post-Revolution District 3

My name is Tenor Campbell.

I'm all alone.

I look out my window one clear night and recognize the Perseus Constellation.

Perseus is lucky. He's a hero, he gets the girl, all the bullies in his life are turned to stone, for Zeus's sake!

I want to be a hero. I wish I could be a hero.

And I could be a hero… If I was just happy.

I'm not happy. Not one bit.

My name is Tenor Campbell.

I've had enough.

I've had enough of the bullies, enough of the tears, enough of the broken relationships, enough of the making myself get up in the morning.

I've had enough of it, OK? And, frankly, I want out.

We all know there's only one way for that to happen.

I take a gun on my way out. My Dad, a revolutionary hero, sometimes uses it to go out hunting with his friends. Both of my parents are revolutionary heroes. Theo Campbell, and Athena Campbell. They're both Veterans, too.

That's not important, though… In fact I think it makes me even more of a target to the bullies.

I run out the door, wondering where I could die that nobody would find me. Not like they'd care, anyways.

I find an alley right off of main street that's abandoned and so dark I can barely see anyways.

In the darkness, my life flashes before my eyes.

No hero has ever killed himself.

Then again, I'm not a hero. Not even close. I drop the gun, my hands are shaking so bad.

I can barely make myself hold on to it.

I suddenly see the real reality of it all. I'm trying to take my own life.

I've stopped fighting the tears by now, and I can feel my whole body pumping adrenaline.

My heart beats so hard and so loud that it's all I can feel, all I can hear.

My heart beats fast, and I start to hyperventilate.

"OhGodohGodohGodohGod…"

I cry out, clutching the gun so hard my hand becomes numb.

"I've had… Enough…" I whisper through tears.

I clench my teeth, taking deep breaths. In, and out; in and shakily out.

The harder I bite my cheek, the more it bleeds, and the worse I feel.

I'm gonna pass out.

No. You can't.

I can't stand to fail at this. I may've failed at everything else in my damn life, but I can't fail this.

I've had enough of failure.

I'm not a coward. I'm going to do this.

But, where should I shoot myself?

The head? Oh, no, I'm not that brave.

The chest seems like a better place.

And plus… I'm going to SUFFER.

I've taken (and lived through) WAY too many bullets to the heart already: physically, bullies, psychologically, I've been having these thoughts that just won't go away… and emotionally, I've ruined my relations with everyone I care about.

And maybe I should've said something.

Maybe I should've told someone.

Whatever I should've done, it's too late for me to do it now. It's too late for me to do anything now.

I bite my cheeks so hard I have to spit out blood on the ground.

Dry tears stick to my cheeks and new ones replace them as I pull the trigger.

I give myself one last breath of air.

It's shallow and shaky with tears.

My heart pounds in my chest and ears, my sight is blurred.

3…..

2…..

1…..

And then I shoot.

I slump to the ground and clutch my bleeding chest.

I change my mind… I don't want to die yet…

I let out a weak scream, not sure whether I really want to be saved or not.

I hear loud footsteps, and soon feel strong arms wrap around me and pick me up.

"Theo!" Tanner's voice booms in my head.

Tanner puts me into my father's arms. Today, though, he shakes violently, like a scared puppy.

"T-T-Tenor…"

He suddenly takes off running with me in his arms, and I hear my sister Siren call after him, with tears in her voice "DAD! Wait!"

But he doesn't intend on stopping anytime soon.

I hear her last cry fly by in the wind, "WE ALL LOVE YOU, TENOR!"

And I curl up into my father's chest, and I do believe I die there, too.

FATE

Tenor never realizes how much his family loved him. He never knew how much everybody in his life truly cared about him, and, even if he had known, he would've accused them all of lying. What everybody had overlooked in Tenor's life is that not all famous children are perfect, and they should never try to force it. If only they had had the thought that poor, 17-year-old Tenor could be clinically depressed… But, with the own gun that Theo Campbell had used to murder the Peacekeepers at war, Tenor took his own life.