I had been sensing something all day. My stomach kept telling me that something was up, something wasn't right. But this was coming in the midst of everything that had just happened in the past few hours. I had lost Daisy, and I had covered up for her after she had killed Myrtle. I needed a mental break, and I was certain swimming was the right thing to do.
I dove into my pool. I felt the cool water rush all over my face. It was what I needed, quite frankly. I came up for air, and heard the faint ringing of a telephone. I told my butler to go answer the phone, as I was certain it was Daisy. I guess that's when George was able to get close enough to me to get a shot off. I climbed up the little ladder in the water as my butler approached the phone. I was preparing to hop out of the pool and grab the phone as soon as I heard, "yes Mr. Gatsby is around."
But that's when it happened.
I heard a loud "bang", and not two seconds later I felt a tightening in my chest. I ran my finger over my left pectoral and felt a large hole. I knew that this was the end- there was no way I was going to survive a bullet straight to the heart. I felt resented and angered. There was so much that I wanted to do in my life that I hadn't gotten to do yet. I thought about Daisy and how she was supposed to call today. We were going to run off together despite what had happened in that hotel room. How would I even know that she had called? Was that even her on the phone? I start to fall backwards into the water. As my eyes shut for the last time, Nick came into my mind. I thought about our last conversation. He had said something so nice to me, but I couldn't remember. In fact, I think it was the only real compliment he had ever given me. If I had known that would be our last encounter, I would've said some much nicer things before he had gone.
I hit the water and began to sink to the bottom. Everything was so sudden. And this, this is not how I wanted to go out of this world. Not in this way.
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