<i>Sometimes the worst kind of coincidences , turns out to be fateful rather than a mere ... coincidence. If only Rebecca knew.</i><br/><br/>Rebecca was walking down the street , around 8 pm. it was breezy tonight. One of the early spring nights where you had to put a jacket on , to avoid the cold. It was a quiet Tuesday. Everyone going about their day , everyone minding their own business. Her eyes were sparkling with devious victory. She was still enjoying the profits from the last deal she pulled. Becca was a retail broker , however she handled merchandise that no one could ' pass ' to other retailers. A few tweaks and greens to some while putting them up on display while the rest are rotten underneath. It was always easy to pull when she's at the top of her game.<br/><br/>It was one week ago when she sold a grand of watches to some guy who needed to start up a business. A colder breeze blew over her and she clutched the jacket to her chest. Becca wasn't the kind of girl but she was lean and fit and a great rack t top it all off She stood about, 5ft in height. Her eyes were pale blue and her black hair cradled the moon light instead of reflecting it.<br/><br/>Becca was going to grab a few groceries drop them at her place and then join her buddies for a few poker games. She was heading down the supermarket at the end of the street where she lived. Standing by the traffic light , waiting to cross. to reach her destination , she heard some noises from the other side across the traffic light. She turned her face to look at them , standing there when the light turned green , but she didn't pass. She stood there finding amusement as she looked at three guys arguing , or so it looked to her. Two of them were shouting at the third one and one grabbing him by the collar. " Someone's gonna get hurt. " Becca said with a smile.<br/><br/>As she watched them , she forgot about crossing the street , she found joy watching some ' action ' going on. A few punches were thrown around but all of a sudden she felt a sharp pain right in the middle of her heart. She heard a gunshot. She couldn't tell where it came from. She pressed her hand where it hurt and felt a wet spot. slowly moving her hand up and it had a red wet stain. Gasping silently , as she looked down and she say the hole in her heart where blood gushing out of it , soaking her blue shirt , running down the left leg of her pants. " when? how? why? fuck ... " Those were the words that spiraled in Becca's mind.<br/><br/>She fell to the ground like a ship's anchor. , no one was around her. Her hand pressed against her chest as she felt her strength fading away. Her legs were paralyzed , she wanted to crawl but they felt as if they weren't her legs to move. Her chest felt heavy , she wanted to breath , she tried to inhale , but she couldn't. " I'm dying? this is it? " Her mind panicked. Her body was failing her and it was all because of a gunshot from people she didn't even knew. From people on the street having their own arguments.<br/><br/>Becca's life flashed before her. She never expected to die so young , she just turned twenty five four months ago. Everything she went through came back haunting her. The thievery when she was young , the extortion of her fellow students. the breaking and stealing  when dropped out of college. Her endless scams ever since she learned the tricks of the deals. She knew she wasn't the purest but she didn't expect  a stray bullet would kill her. " Why didn't I just cross the street? " She cried as she felt her life fading away from her body. Her face turning pale , her mouth dry from her inability to breath. " I don't wanna die ... " she barely whispered<br/><br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://i1294.photobucket.com/albums/b614/DeathKiss2013/Real-Life%20Photos/8_zpsa5d5e5fd.jpg" src="http://i1294.photobucket.com/albums/b614/DeathKiss2013/Real-Life%20Photos/8_zpsa5d5e5fd.jpg" style=""/><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>