I knew I couldn't fight this virus back. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't be the famous anti-virus software that blocks you're computer from having a virus
I couldn't do anything. My body had just given up, my anti-drugs gave up from fighting my cancer
Cancer
That's it, it's cancer. A disease. A virus and I couldn't do anything about it
Should I just cut my wrists now or slit my throat so I wouldn't suffer?
Should I used the euthanasia they use to put down a dog or cat?
Lucy... I remember her. On the cold vet slab, dying slowly and all we could do was put her down. A single needle to put her to rest
Maybe that's what I should do?
YOU ARE READING
The Story of a Ball, named Ball
Short Story"I am dying in this cruel world, all I want to do is see the world, one... last... time" It's very hard hitting, once you find out... but why all that panic if you've only got a few years to die. It's a slow death, you start becoming weaker and weak...
