The cold marble of the linoleum floor lay flat against my cheek. Warm tears streaked down my face, leaving my eyes dark and lifeless. I cringed as my the bloody stubs on my back burst even further through my flesh.
'It'll be over soon. It's only pain. I can handle this,' I told myself over and over, to keep myself from suffering anymore than I could have. My hands gripped the sides of my stomach as hard as they could, mainly for the sake of having another source of pain to take away from the intense burning and aching of my back. The gushing blood sliding down the middle of my back wasn't as apparent as I would have imagined it to be. My vision was beginning to become blurry. I struggled with all my strength to keep them open, not even blinking for a second. This wasn't going to be the end of me. I didn't want to die today, not yet. So many things in life I hadn't yet accomplished and still wanted to. Fresh tears streamed past my eyes and hit the cool floor beneath me. Defeat then overcame my exhausted body as I was enclosed in darkness.