What do you think about when facing death? Is it family? or friends? Or is it the things you wish you had done? The things you wish you had told people?
Mine wasn't any of those things, which surprised me.
I always heard that people think back to the happier times of their life. Me, pretending to be a detective on my bike around town after school. Or my father, reading to me my favourite bedtime stories. Instead, I thought back to the day I walked into the house and saw my father on the ground. Dead.
Everything after that was so quick. Killing my mother, hiding out in foster care. Running as far away as I could only end up right at this moment where death was staring me in the face. The moment when someone who I thought I knew was holding a gun to my head.
