My eyes fall down to my shoulder, where I see dark crimson bleeding into the black fabric of my dress. My arm is numb and the pain emanating from the wound, throbs like a heartbeat. I try to wiggle my fingers, but am only met with more pain and anguish.

He shot me.

Harry shot me.

I look back up to where he stands. His eyes hold so much emotion - Too much. He stares at me with such burning hatred and passionate anger. His nostrils flare as he notices I'm not as dead as he hoped I'd be.

Matteo looks at me, before lifting his gun and firing it at Harry, however it's too late. Harry's bolted out the back entrance of the tent.

More gunshots are let loose, and the tent becomes the battlefield it was intended to be.

My mothers cold body lies but metres from my fathers coffin, her arms are splayed out in the direction of it - As if she were reaching for him.

I choke out a sob and wince at the pain which is becoming stronger by the second within my arm.

"Stay low!" Someone's voice yells - Though I have no idea as to who. Everyone sounds the same at the moment, and with my eyes downcast at the floor, I'm not too sure as to where anyone is.

I can hear cries of pain, and I look back to the tent door where I find more men running inside, both Harry's and ours.

But I don't fail to notice that no one has gone after Harry.

I grip the gun within my hand and attempt to crawl to the end of the aisle or chair, all while clutching my arm. No one notices me as I hide behind the long chairs, and I'm grateful for the shelter.

Once I reach the end, I shuffle until I'm standing behind a large bouquet of sorts, filled with hundreds of white roses, splattered with red.

I don't have time to see where everyone else is, before I find a loose flap on the tent, and slip through undetected.

As soon as my skin is touched by the cool air, I feel a sense of relief. No longer burdened with the weight of death and murder. The wind pushes me away from the structure, encouraging me to keep going, to find Harry, and kill him.

The fields of tombstones are shrouded in a thick layer of mist, cloaking the graveyard in an eerie calm. Everywhere is empty, and I don't even see any guards. There's no one out here - Why is there no one out here?

I don't have time for this, to worry about what could happen. I need to find Harry before he's out of my reach. I need to end this once and for all.

Checking one last time, I step out into the exposed open, and follow Harry's shadow into the mist. I don't look back, and run as fast as I can, making sure that the gun is firmly gripped within my hand.

My feet trudge lazily against the grassy plain, as I begin to feel the full amount of pain from the bullet lodged firmly within my shoulder. Pulling my hand away, I stare at the blood coating my palm like paint. I'm losing a lot of blood.

I follow Harry's figure until it disappears completely and I am left alone, with nothing but the fog to protect me. In the distance I can hear the echo of shots, penetrating the silence, followed by screams and men yelling.

A gunshot goes off within metres of me, and I feel it cut through the air just inches away from me.

I spin to find the direction that it came from, and see a fleeting shadow of a figure.

I hold the gun up, ready to fire at any instance.

Another gunshot goes off, and I feel it graze against the outside of my arm. "Fuck." I whisper as I momentarily drop the gun to grab at my arm.

My shoulder throbs, and the pain is beginning to become unbearable. Tears fall silently down my cheeks, and I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand before once again raising the gun.

I stare into the direction where the bullet had come from.

Weaving through the headstones, I hesitantly approach the source.

Suddenly a heavy weight is thrown onto me and I'm crashing to the ground. My shoulder is the first this to collide with the floor and I let out an ear piercing scream. The pain - like fire, floods through my veins and sends black spots shooting through my vision.

Blinking them away, I look to the force that had pushed me over to find Harry also toppled over on the ground, just feet away from me.

I watch as he looks at me before his eyes wander to his gun which lays right beside me. With the gun still held firmly within my hand, I sob as I push myself to aim at Harry. It's not until the barrel of the gun is pointed directly at him, that his eyes widen, and he tries to push himself from the ground.

"You fucking bitch, do you really think you can-"

I pull the trigger.

Harry falls back to the ground with a thud, letting out a pained groan in the process.

My laboured breathing competes with my heartbeat - being the only two things that I can hear. My shoulder pounds, but I ignore it as I push myself from the ground, and stand. My whole body wobbles, as if I'm standing on a boat. Leaning on the head of a tombstone, I stare at Harry as he clutches his abdomen.

I take a step towards him.

His eyes weep tears, and his face is scrunched in agony.

I aim the gun at his chest. "Look at me." I command.

He opens his eyes, and stares at me. Where I thought there would be regret and sadness - There is only darkness and corruption.

"This is for my father." I pull the trigger and watch as blood pools beneath the body of Harry.

"This is for my mother." Another shot.

"This is for Alice, Dante and Scott." The ringing in my ears is the only thing I hear now, that - And the sounds of Harry's muffled cries.

I take small steps until I'm crouched before the man who ruined my life. The man who took everything from me, and I place the gun against his forehead.

"And this one's for me."

I pull the trigger for the final time, and watch as Harry's squirming body becomes unmoving.

His eyes remain open, and the last of his tears roll down his face, settling in the damp grass beneath him. His forehead leaks the dark crimson liquid, and stains his tan skin. He stares above at the grey sky, looking towards the heavens - The one place where he will not go.

I heave a sigh of relief. The weight of Harry's life having finally been lifted from my shoulders.

I can't seem to look away from the empty body.

My hand trembles and I drop the gun onto the floor.

I killed Harry. I finally fucking killed him.

It's over.

I kick Harry's body with all the strength in me. "I hope you burn in hell."

I don't look back as I turn away from the corpse and begin walking back towards the tent, clutching at my shoulder.

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By the time I arrive back at the tent, My whole arm is soaked in my blood, dripping onto the grass. My arm is numb, and the pain has become nothing but a dull ache in the back of my mind.

There is only silence ahead of me, and no longer do I hear gunshots and yelling.

Slipping through where I had come from, I enter the space and find myself in a field of bodies.

The almost hall-like structure is thick with the metallic scent of blood and death. There is an ocean of bodies ahead of me, and I can't help but wince at the thought that my mother remains beneath them.

I look to the podium where I see Valentino clutching Angelina, holding her tight within his arms. He whispers into her ear, though it elicits no response from her. Her body remains limp. She can't be...

"Mia."

My head snaps towards the source of the voice, and I find myself gazing upon the man which I had feared I would never get to say goodbye to.

Matteo stands above the crowd of bodies, his own person looking mostly unscathed. His eyes are wide as he stares at me, and his hair looks like It's been through a torrent of wind. His jaw is tense, and he holds his gun firmly.

I can't stop myself when I begin to feel the tears uncontrollably fall.

I want to be in Matteo's arms, and I don't want him to ever let go.

He smiles at me, his whole face softening as he realises that I'm alive. That we're both alive.

"Mia, I-" Matteo begins his sentence, but it's cut short by a bang.

I look to see a man lying half alive on the floor, holding a gun pointed at Matteo. The mans body quickly collapses and I watch as he dies.

My eyes wander back to Matteo who stares at me, his eyes even wider than they were before. His head slowly drops as he looks down to his chest, where blood begins to blossom onto his white dress shirt.

Matteo's smile falls from his face as he falls to the ground in a dishevelled heap.

"Matteo!" I scream, though I'm not sure if anything even comes out of my mouth.

I run towards his body and fall onto my knees beside him. He blinks rapidly as he stares up at the roof of the tent. My hands instantly move to apply pressure to his wound, and as I do, he lets out a cry of pain.

"I'm sorry." I cry. "It's going to be fine... You're not going to die."

I stare into those beautiful dark orbs that I once hated, but now cherish more than anything.

I've come to love Matteo despite all that he has done, and now I'm watching as he dies right in front of me. How can the world be this cruel? What have I ever done to deserve this? I can stop the heart wrenching cries that come from my mouth as I keep applying pressure to his wound, despite watching as the life slowly drains from Matteo's eyes.

"Help!" I sob. "Somebody help!"

I feel like I'm yelling at no one but myself.

Yanking a jacket from one of the body's, I hold it over his wound, hoping that It'll stop some of the bleeding, hoping that'll preserve what life is left within him.

"P-please don't leave me." I cry. "Don't leave me Matteo. I don't want to lose you too."

I can't live with everyone I've ever loved dying.

"You're going to be alright." I breathe.

I feel a hand on my non-injured shoulder, and look up to see Dante staring down at me with sad eyes, shaking his head.

"No," I whisper. "He's not going to die... You just need to help me!"

Dante kneels down beside me and places his hand on mine, removing my hand from his wound.

Why, why is he doing this... He isn't dead! He's not dead... He can't just die like this, he can't.

I look back at Matteo's eyes which have stopped blinking, and now look up at the ceiling just as Harry's did when I had shot him. Does everyone go like this?

"Help me Dante... Please." I sob.

Dante pulls me into his arms, and hugs me. His warmth encumbers me like a flame, burning at the touch. "He can't be dead." I whisper.

In the distance I can hear the faint cries of sirens as they approach us.

I lean into Dante's arms as I can no longer hold myself up any more. The pain hurts too much, ripping at my insides and setting alight to all I've ever known. Is this really it?

I feel the darkness consuming me as I continue to lose blood, and I fight with every inch of me to resist the pull. I don't want to go.

I don't want to be alone.

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