Snap! The rusty can opener snaps in half just as I open the last, unlabeled can in my ripped and dirty duffle bag. I hurl the bits of broken metal threw the shattered corner window."FUCK!" I exclaimed,feeling my face growing red. I lay back against the concrete wall and look in the can, it's some green liquid and I drink it without second thought. I gag when I swallow the food," I hate split pea soup". The now empty can falls onto the bits of metal and gun powder on the floor. Clutching my bright red left arm, I apply pressure to the wholes and close my eyes."I'm done, don't worry girls...I'm coming". In the black of my mind I can see,bright lights on a tree. It's my baby's first Christmas, I feel my eyes water and then are quickly dry. The blinding light pierces eyes and I cover them, 2 shadows stand inside the lights." Daddy?" A familiar high pitched voice says, I move my hand and see my little girl running out of the light. Her mother pulls her back. "It's not his time yet". Says another voice, my wife is on her knees holding my little girl back. The lights fades and then a voice yells," CLEAR!".
