It suddenly all hits me at once. This all started, because of me. I did this, and this was my punishment. I knew for sure. It all started because I joined the pack. This was my punishment. Does it run in the family? I wonder, as I turn around. I wouldn't let anyone else die because of me. I was taking control right there. "Come with me." I say to them. Knowing my condition, I force myself up, and hold my gun and keep the blanket around my upper-half. I knew. Boy did I know.... I knew I was going to die. I was bleeding to death right there. We walk for who knows how long? Till then we had one person half dead, and nothing. Nobody would die. I promised myself that just as we walk to the hospital. Walking in with everyone was our only option. I mean, what else was there? I wonder as we walk in. I felt completely hopeless, but dying anyway, I was numb anyway? I was practically dragging my body and others anyway? What else could I lose? I didn't even have to ask. I was bleeding to death. Everyone probably hated me. I was supposed to be the patient, but I guess my life didn't want to live.
I felt pretty stupid when I woke up not feeling anything. I couldn't see out of my left eye, but I just wanted to know what happened to my family. That question was answered right away, because Joey stood with the girls. I hug him right away, closing my eyes as tears come to them. I kiss him, and it was one of those... Long kisses in the movies, were it was where someone missed someone they were in a relationship, and met with them again. I loved Aiden, but... Did I just write Aiden? I mean Joey! I loved Joey but I hate hurting him. It hurts me when I hurt him. So why does it keep happening? Why do I keep hurting people I love?
