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But life's cruel irony held me captive, a witness to my own undoing. As the seconds ticked by, I felt life slipping away, like grains of sand cascading through an hourglass. My grasp on reality weakened, and the boundaries of my body seemed to blur. Slowly, inexorably, I crumbled, my body giving in to the crushing weight of exhaustion and suffering. The cold, unfeeling concrete met my cheek, a final touch of solidarity as I surrendered to the inevitable. The specter of death drew near, and as I lay there, broken and defeated, I awaited its embrace with a mix of resignation and longing.

I harshly wiped the tears from my eyes and face, my breath quickened, my vision turned black, it's getting hard to breathe, it feels like getting trapped in a small box without a hole. I blindly searched for my phone but it's not with me. I tried to shout but I couldn't say or see anything!! My body gave up as I fell flat down on the mat with a thud, but I was so busy trying to get oxygen that I didn't even notice the pain in my body. That's it!! It's all over. I'm going to die! But I didn't panic at the thought of dying. I was never to die. If I die then everything will be finished.

I want to shout his name yet, no one comes into my mouth even though I try hard. My tears fall and I feel the hot body of the person beside me. So it means, I'm alive? really really alive, This is not happening, right? What happened? I'm supposed to be dead, but, why am I alive? it's not that I'm complaining or something, but I just wondering, What is happening, I want to ask someone yet, I guess I would like to take a rest first. _______ Zack"

I knew that we were not on good terms because of the break up and all that had been happening but …… well, I don't know what to say, I'm short of words. The asphalt was cold and hard on my back. I laid down there as I felt life slipping away from me. I was trying so hard to keep breathing but it wasn't easy – whenever I took a breath, I felt severe pain. "Is this how I am gonna die?? On a bare ground?? Like an ordinary person?? Fuvk!!" I wondered as I struggled to keep my eyes open. I was praying for someone to walk in and save me cause I didn't want to die, at least not yet and not like this – there was so much I still had to do.

My reactions are slowing. I look at the spot he’s been watching for some time and freeze. The flesh around the wound on my thigh and stomach is burning. Yes, it’s me. I am dying. Again.

Every day here has become one in which I pray to a God, I am no longer sure exists or maybe, true to what the voices in my head have been saying, I’ve actually been abandoned and left to rot here for my sins. My body seems so heavy and so for the fourth time today I pick myself up from the cobblestoned ground and trudge forward, feeling along the walls for anything I could have missed and knowing all the same that there isn’t any big mind blowing clue waiting for me in this dark hell hole. Suddenly a tremor racks through my whole body and that’s when reality hits me; ‘I’m going to die here’ My breathing has become labored, my anxiety resurfacing and clawing at my brain. I can’t die here. I r

I thrash to get away from her but she holds me still, making sure my body takes all of the toxins. The pain is different, deadly, with the decisive aftertaste of rot and death. Blood bursts behind my eyes and I scream, thrashing in my chains with the need to claw at my body. I’m on fire from the inside and out and I feel my cells fight to survive and then slowly start to give out. Distantly, I hear the door crash in but it doesn’t matter. It’s too late, I‘m dying.

It might give me a reason to hold back knowing that I can’t do anything. Why do I feel so shattered? I want to die and end this misery. “K---kill me…” I muttered slowly in a low voice. “She’s awake…” someone yelled as I slowly opened my eyes. Nothing seemed to make sense, I wanted to give up on living, I'm good for nothing and I want to die… “Where am I? Why am I seeing you? Am I d---dead?”

I'm dying if I don't get to the stream faster I might die, I don't want to die not just yet, I had a lot to do before my day finally comes, I'm dying, no this change be true. Suddenly I see someone at the far end from where the flowers were,he's calling me. He is trying to tell me to move from the mud and go yow where he is. I'm struggling to keep my eyes awake, my throat is burning, very hot and thirsty, I want some water but my voice can't be easily heard. I'm not strong enough, I know I'm going to die, so I just skip back and wait for my time. But suddenly the guy at the other side moves the other side and tries to pull me from the mud, I'm shaking hard.

Everything goes blurry when I hear the last words they say to me before walking out. “He did not make it. We tried the best we can.” My world is falling. I have no purpose to be here anymore. I want to die. I want the world to just open up and swallow me alive. I look at him laying there lifeless and I have no reason to live again. Why does this keep happening to me?