Tim POV: Just breathe. Just keep breathing. That's what I kept telling myself. I stared at the bright lights on the ceiling and tried to forget the fact that I was lying in a pool of my own blood. With every second that passed it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Ok, I can't think about that. I have to think about the girls and Faith. They need me, I need to get to them. I'm the one who is suppose to protect them! I got to get up, I just have to. I need to find my girls! I planted my hands firmly on the cold ground and tried to push myself up, but I couldn't. It was like I had no strength at all. I moved my hands back to my stomach where the gunshot had hit me. It hurt so bad when the bullet went in, but now the pain was quickly fading. This isn't a good sign. I don't know much about what happens when you die but I do know that once you can't feel pain anymore you might as well go on and head towards the light. I silently prayed to myself. God, if this is the end please just let Faith and the girls be ok. That is all I'm asking. Take me out of this world if you must, but just please let my family be ok. Amen. I could feel the life draining from my body. I was getting weaker and weaker with each breath I stuggled to take. Soon I was so tired that I couldn't even hold my eyes open anymore. I closed them and began to see a bright light that looked so comforting. I guess this is it. I guess this is the end.
