screaming as he starts to stab insanely, run to my room and lock it, start screaming and crying as i take off my gold locket, i run to your picture dying even though I\'m all by my self, i here your body drop, and i know you were dead, take your picture and put it up against my head, slowly i wipe the tears from my eyes, run outside and come in as some suprise, hit you upside your head, knock you out,but you might be dead, i take the gun out of your hand, i put the trigger against my body, shoot me i yell, shoot your own self, but as i drop the gun i look down at my own self noticing Ive been dead all along, my gold locket on.
