6 minutes in hell

Prologue

Her blood-stained face all of a sudden became too relaxed as her eyes fluttered close. Her jaw sagged to the side a little and she let out a final last breath.

"Max . . ." I whispered.

Tears started to streak down my cheeks as I held her close to my chest.

If she wasn't going to make it out of this, then neither would I. One short month was all it took – it was all it took for one girl to steal my heart from me and for me to steal hers. That's all it took.

And one pull of a trigger had taken everything away. . .

It was way past midnight as I packed my bags to leave. Everyone else was fast asleep in the house. Iggy, Gazzy, Jeb - my father. All of them sound asleep.

Except me of coarse.

I had to get ready for what the next day would be hold for me.

I wasn't nervous.

I wasn't scared.

I was truely relaxed.

This is what I should have done a year ago when I turned 18, I thought to myself. This is how it should have been, me, a solider, fighting for everyone.

Fighting for everyone but myself, that is.

A strike of lightening hit outside and caused me to drop my packing bag in my hands. Sighing, I bent down to pick it up.

My bedroom door cracked open a little, and 8 year old Gazzy peeped his head through the side. "Fang . . ."

I looked up at him through my thick fringe of dark brown hair. "What's up, Gaz? Storm keep you awake?"

He shook his head, then thought for a moment, "Well, yeah, but that's not it."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Then whats wrong, buddy?"

He took in a shuddering breath, "You can't leave us, Fang. Please don't go." His bottom lip started to quiver.

Oh, jeez.

"Come 'ere," I spread my arms out and Gazzy ran into them, burrying his head into my chest as he started crying. I stroked his mop of blonde hair, "It's ok, Gaz. I promise."

"Everything's gonna be ok."

Yeah, it's short, I know, but still. Please R&R. The other book to this is called "6 minutes in heaven" its the same as this only Max's POV. Please R&R them both! THanks!