Two days.

 

Two days until my pretty much inevitable death.

 

I shuddered at the thought. I was still afraid if death. I hated knowing that the world would continue to thrive without me. I hated thinking about how it would be like after death. I wanted to be there for the people I cared about.

 

But then again, I would be free. Free from this whole mess and the pain I had dealt with my whole life. But is my freedom and happiness worth seeing everyone I care about devastated? Besides, one is never really free. There will always be something stopping you from being completely free.

 

"Okay," I whispered,...