Talhia layed in the cold water and could see the blood escaping slowly out of her body, while her brain rushed through a million thoughts. Images of Allistair, Teresa, Rosemary, Tamara and HIM now flooded her eyes.
What makes a hero? Is it the selflessness, bravery, intelligence, nobility, charisma, compassionate ways? She thought.
And what makes a villain? Is it the arrogance, angriness, jealousy, deceitful, vengeful demeanor? She wondered.
As her consciousness leaves her body she could see herself, pitiful, she thought, but it was all clear to her, she had it all and lost it all, she enjoyed it all and regretted every single bit of it.
Her family never knew, her friends were long gone, her chance at love completely shattered, her accomplishments and all her possessions were now meaningless, even her enemies were nowhere to be found.