God, this was hard.
It hurts like hell, but I can feel all the life slipping out of me, so I smile anyway.
What was the last thing I saw? It was a picture of me and who I thought my true love was, Alex, sitting on my bedroom floor and my blood dripping onto it. And then the gun falling to the ground next to it.
It all fades out from there.
Strange, there's not a light. I just see a glowing gate that might belong at the Haunted Mansion ride at Disneyland.
I walk towards it since that's what seems like I'm supposed to do.
There's a man that looks slightly like a cross-bread of Jimi Hendrix and Billie Joe Armstrong. Which I'll definitely say looked quite... weird.
"Name," he said flatly, but with an aftertone that sounded stoned.
"Kamarie Cullen."
"Ha, vampire."
Yeah, I have the same last name as those damned vampires. Whatever, I just try to blow it off.
"Oh, here you are. Suicide." He pushed a code in on the side of the gate and gestured for me to come in.
"You might want to find your clique, fast. People aren't very accepting."
I stepped in, wondering what he meant by "find my clique". Do I have a clique?
I looked around and (on average) saw four groups of people: some old folks that didn't look quite safe, some people that looked horribly injured, some others just sitting around drinking and smoking, then some people that were closer to my age.
"Is this heaven?" I asked the man.
He rolled his eyes. "I swear to Jimmy if someone asks that question one more time, I'll kill them. Again."
"I'm going to take that as a no."
He shook his head and closed the gate on me.
Yeah, I don't think this is heaven.
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