I pass out. Lights, ambulance, screams, nurses, doctors, tears, confusion, pain. Those are only some of the things I remember from those moments. Worry. What happened? It is hard to tell exactly. The last thing I remember is my fingers scraping off the loaded gun that lay dangerously on the floor. I blacked out. Lost control of my body. Lost control of my mind. It must have been the blood loss. It made me crazy. A bang. A gun. It hit someone. But who? I am now on a beach. There is nobody around me but the waves, the sun and the palm trees. I am on some exotic island. Far away from danger, far away from grief. Most importantly, far away from everyone else. I close my eyes and enjoy the blissful feeling that surges through my veins. This is my happy place. The place Xavier promised to visit
