The Prophecy

Rayven S. Saden
March 8, 2007
9:26 p.m.

 The gun sounded, I hadn’t expected it to be this loud or nearly as painful . Two bullets lodged inside me, I was dying . My face went blank and pain overrode every emotion I had ever felt, all the sadness that was once present was alleviated. Henery was there with me now; he whimpered softly and held me, his hand pressed down on the shot wounds. “Please don’t go.” He murmured his voice small and child-like. “Please don’t leave, love, please.” He begged.
 I smiled, faintly, at him. I wanted to die; it must have been my time. I sighed,” I love you Henery; don’t be sad because I’m going to hell.” I muttered, feeling my life slowly leave my body. I looked at my assassins face and asked, “Why?”
 The answer was so simple; “You saw my face.” were his words as he walked away from me. Henery leaned on my shoulder, his body heaved, and I was on the edge of death. I’d never seen him cry, except when he hurt Rouge.
 “I’m sorry I couldn’t have done better. There’s no peace in blood but I die with honor.” I muttered as my eternal heart beat slowed and finally stopped beating.

Death certificate...

Name: Rayven Sillvet Saden
Age: 15
Location Found: Mandela Immortal High School, Mandela.
Date of Death: 3/9/07
Time: 4:10 p.m.
Cause of Death: Not enough Blood.