This is my first time really taking the time out to write something, so I hope you enjoy it. Do not post feedback on this thread, but on the Feedback thread. (Haha, I sound like an idiot) Across the Line Prologue: I lay there, in a desert drenched in darkness, a gun across my chest, the world a silence to me and an abomination to others. I pretend i am heartless, fire flashing across the sky. Gunfire pours around my mates, who I grew up with, here to die a painful death. He falls, the bullet taking away my friend. Protecting my country is what I live for, but how is it possible when a mere line separates life from death? Others see this in a different perspective, that death comes when you are ready. But I find it as death is the enemy, and I begin to hold it's fragile neck across that line until I know it's time to go. I hold the enemy across the line. A girl lies down, White crystals around her as she reviews her past. Abusive parents, bullies that fight for the nothing she owned, kidnaps and ****. The needle took away her friend, so she doesn't get the medication and help she needs. Thinking this is the way to get away from it, by hurting herself in ways others find unfaithful, but at this point, could care less about faith. She's given up hope, and struggles to hold death by the neck, for she can not move, can't think, refuses to believe. She knows it's not right, so she throws all of it against the wall, lights it on fire, now hugs the door that is the line between life and death. Fire surrounds the room, she suffocates, attempts to fight the line, struggles to hold her enemy across the line.