“Don't do it Nahlia! Don't do it!,” shouts Tayt. I hear his fading voice.

I gasp, as I point my handgun at my demonic foe. I had one bullet and it would be just enough to save my world. The moment strikes me as strange. As I gaze into the pilot's eyes, I felt I could relate to him. He masked himself in loving feelings to escape his own psycho world. Slowly, I close my eyes and point my handgun. Everything becomes still inside of me.

For a moment, I rehash all I had been through. Tayt was still by my side and I just wanted to close my eyes and wish it all away. I could still remember the times we used to read together in my bedroom. The familiar creak of the air-conditioner vents and the slight hints of ocean water were never far from my mind.

For the longest time, I yearned to escape the pain around me and live in a land of no suffering. Oddly enough, I missed my old life and wanted to see it through. Maybe there was an intimacy found in suffering unknown to fairy tale wonders. Like two friends struggling to hold hands in a desert, they shared a memory together and held onto it forever with their hopes and love. They overcame their suffering and found true love, against the odds.

As bad as it sounded I missed my abusive uncle and the beachfront house I called home. I missed my crummy life and the little things that made it bearable and worth fighting for. If I listened hard enough, I could almost hear my abusive uncle yelling at me and barging into my bedroom door. I could faintly hear Tayt screaming at me, not to kill myself. I contemplate pulling the trigger.

Maybe everything around me was really happening? Or maybe I was sixteen again, still reading inside my air-conditioned bedroom with my best friend, and it was all just part of my far away dream.

The End.