You open your weary eyes inside a still vehicle. Your long brown locks cover your face, stuck to your forehead with something. Your idiot brother must of done it, but no, he couldn't have you think. Your brother is possessed by a demon and nearly dead, but burning in Hell itself. Your angel friend has left you. Gone to Heaven, he said, leaving you behind, with all of your friends missing or dead, and physic dreams still haunt you. You're sitting in your brother's car, Baby, as he liked to call it. You think that, smiling, remembering when your brother first got it. He was nearly overjoyed, and now it's yours, but because of bad circumstances. You could disappear, kill yourself, or you could continue. Continue looking for him, continuing the family business, as your brother convinced you to do years ago. You left collage for your dad, and your dad died years ago. Your brother is possessed and burning in Hell, and you are all alone. It is constantly going through your head. It started with Jessica, the person you were going to ask to marry you, but she died on the ceiling like your mother. You get out of the car, and go to the back hood and open it. Pulling out your brother's gun, you put it to your head, moving hair out of the way, and ready the pistol. You pull the trigger and the last thing that leaves your mouth is, "I'm sorry."