Jaden's hands were shaking now. He was so determined to shoot, now he was so scared to die, yet the guilt of what he did washed over him, taking the breath from his lungs and he sank to his knees.<br/><br/>"Y-You don't know...You d-don't understand! I did it! I killed her! It was me, not those other Werewolves......I did..." he stammered, "They turned me, and I killed Jesse.....I killed my own Girlfriend! The one I loved the most..."<br/><br/>The guilt was too much to handle. He found it hard to breathe and he was getting dizzy. He lost her at his own hands. He couldn't breathe, or even howl. Tears streamed down his face, his focus on the gun in his hands, the hammer still pulled back. He knew they wanted to help, wanted him to live and start over here in the wilderness, but the guilt was too strong and all he thought of was what he had done.<br/><br/>It was almost a minute now and he hadn't taken a breath, his lungs not obeying when he told them to work. The only result was an uncontrollable shaking. No, the gun was wrong. He didn't deserve to end it all. That was too easy. He deserved to suffer as she did. He struggled with severely shaking hands to push the hammer back down and turn on the safety once more. Still fighting to take a breath he used the last of his remaining strength to pry his fingers from the gun and he let it fall before he passed out falling backwards...