I may be dead, but I do want my say in this, especially since mine won't be heard.

John never hurt me, he was trying to save me. See, before I was to meet Anne, I had gotten a call from my ex-boyfriend Jamie. We fought over the phone. Jamie was a very harassing man, he always wanted his way. He told me that he would 'make me pay' for heading out with Anne. I just wanted to live a normal life.

Anne and I were best friends since Kindergarten. We shared dreams, got into fights, apologized, basically everything a friend would do for one another. She helped me move my stuff out of Jamie's apartment. That was all around nine months ago, so let us get back to how I met John.

I came into the lobby with tears down my face. I bumped into the man not even paying attention. I just wanted to get to Anne and meet her for coffee after her book thing that had gone on. He helped me pick up my stuff and then he sat me down. Once calmed down, we started talking. The more I talked about Jamie, the more John's face turned red with anger.

Then...the gunshot...

It went off so fast, my head never spun. I hit the floor in his arms. John had tried to save me. Now if only he had spun me a little more to the left, I would never have been hit. I lie there bleeding out fast. I told him thanks and I wiped a tear from his face. I looked and saw Anne and a cop cuffing John. My world then turned to this...a world of pure white.

I sit here now wondering exactly what is going to happen to both Anne and John. He never did nothing. Knowing her, Anne jetted out to the station to see if anything happened with John and I. She will get her answers.