When you're a kid you don't think about death. Let me rephrase that... you SHOULDN'T think about death, shouldn't wish for someone to taste a cold bullet, you don't think about your families... close family dying before your young eyes.

And you don't pray for your own demise. When I was younger that's what I always thought. But then 'He' showed up, and gave me a choice to see a new world, a cold, dark, and bloody one.

I was coward, and took the selfish way out. Yet now.... now I wished I was with my family.

Why did I say yes... why was I so stupid, and agreed. Why did he even give me that choice?! That I may never know. I do know one thing... I stopped praying for God to save me...

I know he never will.
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A/N: Time to come clean... I like... no love dark stories! I love them so much!! And if you think this is going to be cute.. it will have fluff, but if I get mad... it won't be so pretty.

Tell me what you think!