Take My Blood Away

The weather was clear on the day I died.

The villa, surrounded by high and mighty walls, was unusually lively.

The private doctor that my wife, Nicole White, hired drew a tube of blood from me. He dialed her mobile number nervously when he saw my pale yet angry face.

"Ms. White, are we really drawing all the blood to be donated to the children from Mr. Hawkins? His condition doesn't look good. His life will be in danger if I continue to draw blood…"

Nicole did not care that my life would be in danger. She interrupted impatiently, "He didn't care that Simon's life would be in danger when he asked Simon to donate bone marrow to him."

I lay on the bed, pale and weak. I stared at the illuminating screen of the doctor's mobile phone and said, "Nicole, I will die."

I was holding on to the last straw of hope. I thought she would change her mind.

However, she did not. She just sneered, "It's best if you die."

She hung up the phone heartlessly.

Blood flowed out of my body, one tube after another. The blood loss was silently consuming me.

I lay quietly in the dark. People were speaking continuously.

"He seems to be dying. Should we notify Ms. White?"

"What is there to tell her? If it weren't for him, Mr. Gray wouldn't have died. He's a murderer; it's best if he dies."

"That's right. Ms. White hopes that he'll die soon, too, to repay his life with Mr. Gray's."

"Mr. Gray was too pitiful. He was such a kind person, and he treated us well. He committed suicide because of him."

Their voices disappeared gradually.

The world became quiet.

I knew that I had died. There was nothing left.

A desire suddenly surged in my heart as I realized I was floating in the air and saw my body lying quietly in the dark.

I wanted to tell everyone in the world my thoughts. 'I didn't cause Simon's death!'