Just a little while longer, that's all I need. Just a minute more with my mum. Just a single moment with my dad. I miss them. Why? Why are they not here? They said they would always be here; that they would be in my heart no matter what.
But I'm empty. My last thoughts are those of fear and pain and loss. They've probably already forgotten me. That boy from two will win and I'll just be left here, wandering... alone... forever.
In my mind I always thought death would be peaceful, it isn't though. Every scream; every horrifying waking moment is played back in your mind and it reminds you just how pointless your life was. then there's that little spark that shows you the good times, the smiles.
If only I hadn't eaten the berries; if only I hadn't distracted the boy from three to help 'The Girl on Fire'. But then what would have happened? All the Fairytales my brother used to read me had happy endings, but only if the hero helps others.
Maybe this will be my happy ending...