It's a cool navy blue sky with twinkling stars lighting up the night. The walk home from Seth's isn't a long walk from where he is going. In fact, it's right around the corner. He arrives at the corner when he hears a scream coming from the alleyway across from him on the other side of the street. Vladimir isn't a coward nor does he scare easily; so he crossed the street. At the entrance, all he could make out was a couple of shadows of men. But in the dark, you can never really know. Vladimir started to walk towards the opening when a voice said out of the shadows, "Stay back! I'm warning you, stay back!" Vlad paused, not sure if he should heed his warning or if he should continue onwards. He thought about it but hadn't really paid much attention to his surroundings as he went in anyways because there was now a knife jabbed into his throat. He felt hot liquid run down his neck and drip onto the gray stone walkway. His eyes started to glaze over as he felt himself fall forward onto his stomach. He let out a 'Oomph' as he landed hard on the wet ground.

He could hear frantic voices yelling and sirens in the background. He knew he was dying and doesn't understand how this happened so quickly without him even registering a single move. The pain of every breath he's tried to take is like a million blades stuck inside his body and somebody is slowly removing them. No, this pain he feels has no words to describe it. Only that it hurts and he can't seem to focus correctly on anything. He tried to open his eyes but they're stuck closed. He just wants the pain to stop. Is that so much to ask for?

No, he thought, that isn't much to ask for at all. Considering everything he's been going through here lately. With his parents on the brink of divorce, his sister being raped about a month ago, and failing almost every class in high school. No, it is not too much to ask for.

Vladimir can hear people calling out his name. He doesn't understand. He should be dead by now, right? But why isn't he? He tries to breathe again but alerted with sharp pains all over his throat. His breath is ragged and shallow; his heart beat is very scattered, barely able to pump blood throughout his body because there's no oxygen in his lungs. He's gasping for breath, like he's smothering to death. Ironic since he technically is smothering to death.

He can feel his body become colder by the second. He knows death is closer than ever to him. He thought, I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, Dad. I'm so very sorry, Raevan. I'm sorry everyone. I'm sorry I let you down… At that last thought of his, he let go of his body. Now, as he hovers over his body, he can see everything that is going on around him. Though he doesn't understand what is happening, he knows he's finally dead.