The Broken Timeline

The End

          I thought to myself for a moment. Should I actually try anymore to die or should I just give up now. I should. I grabbed the medicine in the needle and put it in the fluids in my arm I was ready. Then I wasn't sure anymore. Man why am I so bipolar. I started to freak out and remember that I put that stuff in my arm. I started to scream and the people in the Ambulance just stared until my vitals dropped one more time and on the way down on the moving bed did I fall back and smile. For the last time. The other people started to scream as they were banging on the Ambulance to try to wake the doctors and nurses, but before any of them woke up I was gone. 

          I was floating away from the confusion. I was now dead soon going to the after life. I told him it was the end, but I didn't want to leave. I wanted to die though. Why did I do this exactly put myself in danger or use something to kill me. Why did I do it. I still don't know. At least now they can't bring me back. I was free now. I was gone and going to the new life up somewhere. Then something started to happen I was being pulled apart. One way was going down the other was going up. Part of me was going to hell and the other to heaven. This was my punishment. Being torn apart to either side. It didn't matter to me where I went from here.

                                                  No one would get me ever again.

                                                 I was ready to go. I was gone and going both ways and now I shed my last tear and then it started to rain in the real world and then when I blinked. I started to go up into the heavens. It was now time to say goodbye to what I used to know.