One breath, one final breath, that’s the only way I can describe it. The worst thing of all is everything I am losing. I can see and hear the man, dressed in all black and wearing a white plain mask, and holding a gun in his hand, standing over my body as I couldn’t move. I could feel the blood seeping into my long blonde hair as my eyes slowly started to close. I wonder what’s to come next as I lay here still. The man standing over me left, and ran. I tried to lift up my hand or move or do something. I knew that the next moment to come, I would be gone. There is nothing I could do to prevent it… this is it.