I lay there as the blood continued to flow out of me.
I couldn’t believe that this really was the end.
It had finally caught up to me.
My life had been a constant game of cat and mouse, always looking over my shoulder. I had been lucky up until now that I had never been caught.
I was an outlaw, always on the run; never settling down, never building a home.
In a way I was happy. I would soon be at peace, I could stop running.
The pain had stopped a while ago. A wave of acceptance had replaced it.
It was now just a waiting game.
I was finally going home.