Drip
Drip
Drip
My hands are resting on my stomach, the sheets draped over my legs and feet, my parents whispering outside the door.
I can hear my mothers voice, heavy with tears, talking to my father. I know they don't want me to know what is going on. But I already do.
The morphine has me feeling light and painless, though I know the truth.
I await for the end. I await the moment death comes to get me, carrying me off to another place.
I await peace.
My fragile hands, made of only cold and pale skin covering bone, move to my chest, feeling my heart beating slower than it should.
My parents come in, towering over me with tears in their eyes.
We love you. You'll be okay. It's alright. I hear them tell me again and again, like it was the only thing holding the together. I nodded ever so softly.
I wanted to tell them that I loved them, that I would watch over them, that I would keep them safe. But the words never formed. They just slipped away. Far away, into an abyss that was my fate.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Grasping their shaking hands with my last bit of strength, I close my eyes and let death embrace me.
