THE LAST MOMENT

              I'm waiting. The bullet is coming nearer and nearer and I can't identify the shooter. Many people want to kill me, because I killed their friends and now they want revenge for their deaths. Actually I don't know, why I did it. Maybe for money, glory or other things, that the man needs, when he's aground. However, now I have the extreme problem of my cursed life: Somebody is killing me. Not by the help of slug, but with my memories, the worst weapon. When I imagine the quantity of people who wail their dead kindred, I feel that I'm diving lower and lower to the hell. If I have a chance to change my life, I'll use it, but I don't believe in luck. And the bullet is already so close. I can feel the hot metal on my skin. 
              Today was a wrong day. I awoke late, then the broken plate at breakfast. After meal I wanted to read the newspaper, as I do every day, but when I viewed the date I couldn't understand. The date was 14. 1. 2015. It is tomorrow's date. When I read the articles I was surprised at one column. The author wrote about an unidentified corpse in a lateral street near an industrial block. The peace didn't remain for a long time. My first client dialed at 7 o'clock. It was a routine job. I had to go immediately to the meeting with the uncanny man. So I equipped myself with the standard things: a battle knife and a shotgun. The time was given for 9 o'clock. Outside was still darkness. But I wasn't afraid; it was just a routine. So I went off and strode to the business.
              I had to awake to the little fact - the newspaper with the odd article. Now I'm lying on the earth, the cold is rising higher and here is also a "little" problem with the devilish bullet. 
              I didn't know what had happened to me. In a little moment two guys attacked me. I catch in only say:" What the hell…" It shouldn't be a problem in an other case, but they used an inhibitor, so I can't move and I can't defend myself. 
              It looked here like at a judgement. The difference was that I couldn't defend myself. The verdict was clear too - the death penalty. The man in a dark coat got out of the shadows and aimed the gun at me. My last powerless tries to get freedom, but the chemicals were safe. Then I heard a shot. I knew that this shot was the last one I would ever hear. 
              I'm already feeling how the bullet is doing its familiar work. I only hope that the death will arrive soon and fast.