How It Ends
I felt tired of everything: the pain, the loneliness, the black gaping emptiness. I took a pill to numb everything, and then took another, and another, then another, until they were all gone.
They found me collapsed on the floor, lost in a labyrinth of dark dreams. Then I was lying on a gurney and a doctor was standing over me. She opened my eyelids and shone a light into my eyes.
“Pupils unresponsive and no pulse. Time of death: six twenty two pm.” She said. I wanted to tell her she was wrong, but my body wouldn’t move. I was alive. I wasn’t dead. The doctor closed my eyelids. Darkness.
Joanne Fisher
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OK, that one officially takes the record for your darkest post…
You doing OK, hon?
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I’m okay. The idea struck me while watching a movie last night.
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OK π
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That is excellent. Chilling, thought provoking, and excellent π
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Thanks π
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When no one hears or sees the signs. A bone chilling account from someone who realised they wanted to live a little too late. Well written, you had me feeling all the emotion of the moment.
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Thanks β₯οΈ
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Wow, a grim reminder, Joanne, but what a fantastic post. ~nan
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Thanks π
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