She was laying on the ground, with crimson blood seeping out of her disheveled head. I looked at the cold, unforgiving gun in my hand. Just to make sure she was out of her pain, I shot her again. Leaning over I kissed her soft lips for the last time. She still tasted of vanilla, and smelled of the permanent marker she always had with her. Turning to the spattered wall behind her crumpled body, I wrote her name in the permanent ink. "Kelly was here". It was the statement the was tattooed on every space inside my body. I brought the gun to my temple, and sobbing, I pulled the trigger. Just as my world went black, I remembered her last scream of pain, and relief.
