Those were the memories going through my head as I closed my eyes. The grass is rough and stained with my bl00d, yet it comforts me; it's as if it knows. My heart sinks a little. I didn't say good-bye to my daughter- my beautiful Vivenne, who is at home, unbeknownst and scared. There's a tiny vial in my pocket, and I use all the strength I can muster to take it out and clutch it tightly. /"I must get this to Vivienne,"/ I think. Then suddenly his hand is grasping mine. "Adrianna? I told you not to come," he says, his voice a mix of anger and sorrow. His fingers caress my cheek, wiping away a tear. "Who did this to you," he raved, barely able to conceal his rage. It doesn't suit his features- which were once handsome, now twisted and snake-like. "McKinnon," I whisper, and I know it's almost time to go. "Promise you won't use Vivienne, promise me," I plead, looking into his eyes. He knows it's my time, too. "I promise," he says, and I can feel myself relax, and slowly slip away. "For..," I manage, letting go of the vial. "Vivienne. When it's time," I say, my voice barely a whisper. There is yelling, shrieking, and sobbing, surrounding me, and I'm not sure if it is my voice or the others. "Tell my baby I love her" I say. I let go of him "I love you"
