As I sat at the end of the table I looked at the clock. Run away, run away, a voice said in the back of my head.  I couldn't take it anymore, the pain or the suffering. I got up and ran outside, I quickly brushed past the maid. Once I was outside, the clear blue sky and the cold wind was like a slap.  I didn't care where I was going, as long as I make it to my place I would be fine. Once I reached my apartment, I ran upstairs past my brother, and barged into my home.  Breath, breath.... the voice said. I was safe from the evil. Maybe....not....  One shot that was all it took, and then I was dead. Falling, falling, dieing...