[ WP ] Your entire life has theme music . Every day up until now it has been upbeat and melodic , today you wake up and it is sad and ominous .

I knew something was wrong the second I woke up. My morning theme was usually something very light and happy. Music that made me think of chirping baby birds, and the way the sun reflected off of the clouds as it rose. I thought at first it might be raining, but the sky looked blue and clear. Besides, even in the worst storms, the music was more associated with the coziness of the indoors, as opposed to reminding me of the tempest outside my window. The theme this morning was in a very gloomy minor key. 
 
 Nothing seemed to be off as I went downstairs, either. Dad was making breakfast, and mom had already gone off to work. I could almost hear a more standard morning theme being played faintly in the background, but the ominous melody was drowning it out. 
 
 I decided I was going to try to ignore it. If I worried too much about it, it would become a self-fufilling prophecy. Whatever was going to happen today was going to happen, and there was nothing I would do to prevent it. I just went to school and tried to push it out of my mind. 
 
 As the school day wore on, however, I began to become seriously concerned. I was having a fantastic day. What could be so bad that it was going to ruin the day? 
 
 I got my answer in my last period class. I was taking Calculus. I've always loved math, but today I was too distracted. The music was as ominous as ever, but it was more... *active* now. Like whatever event on the horizon was going to happen very soon. 
 
 I was staring at the clock when he burst in and started shooting. James was always a quiet kid, with very few friends. I tried to be nice to him, and the melody in his presence was always very quiet and calming. Not today. The thundering boom of drums almost drowned out the sound of his gun firing. 
 
 But the melody stopped after a few seconds, and changed to something I'd never heard before. Something... heroic. I knew what I had to do. 
 
 I charged him head on. He could have shot me then, but he was probably so shocked that he could n't react in time. I tried taking the gun out of his hands and we began to struggle for it. After about a minute, the music began to crescendo, and at the very peak, he shot me right in the chest. 
 
 At this point, the police burst in and shot him down. The music took a very tragic turn. What he had done was wrong, yes, but it was tragic that he could n't have gotten help before this life-ending mistake. 
 
 Life-ending. Which reminded me of my own injury. The music was fading now, and I started to hear an angelic choir. Paramedics were surrounding me, but I knew I was n't going to make it. This was the kind of music they played at the end of every movie. The kind of bittersweet melody when victory has been achieved at an immense cost. 
 
 As the music faded out, I heard something I'd never heard before. Even stranger than the ominous melody throughout the day. Even stranger than the heroic tune or the climactic booming noise. 
 
 Absolute silence. 
 
 And then everything else faded away, too.
