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It’s funny the things you think of when you’re dying Like, I wonder what kind of birthday cake Ainsley got? I was hoping for chocolate, h, I suppose it doesn’ton the beach right now, feeling the ocean tickle ainst the shore I bet so will find my body Haven’t you ever noticed that? Runners always find the dead bodies I can see the headlines now:

Teenager Stabbed to Death in Quaint, Mountain Town

It’ll shake up this community teirl who died by the water’s edge Goosebuh my body Damn, it’s cold up here Of course, the one tiet stuck out in the wilderness

What really pisses ht to be pissed as I lie here bleeding out—is that I can’t stop thinking about the fact the people responsible for this will get aith it They’ll graduate high school, go off to college, eventually getback Never knohat it’s like to have consequences for their actions These people will always live in a world where you can solve any proble a little money around

My body sinks into the ground, the set help, butisn’t one either—I’ve already tried that and all I have to show for it is a raw throat My head lolls to the side, eyes falling to the glassy surface of the lake as the fingers on my non-broken hand flutter overto staunch the flow of sticky blood

As I stare unblinkingly at the fulloff the lake’s surface, I realize the irony of er to violence—I’ve spent most ofyour next fix, you’d be surprised what people will do when desperation sinks in That’s why ilant, to take precautions I took her lessons to heart and ed to survive over seventeen years without incident

It fucking figures that when I actually do become a victim of violence, it’s in a place drenched in wealth

I suppose that’s what I get for trusting a liar

The last thought I have before losing consciousness is that I’et out of this alive, I will make every last one of them pay for what they’ve done And if I don’t make it if this is the end for rave