Cancer.
I couldn't understand it. I just laid here trying to back track to see if I could figure out when everything started to go wrong. I couldn't remember and I was becoming frustrated.
I looked down, mid-way down my arm. They told me it would feel like a little pinch. It wasn't true. That's just some crap they tell you to calm you down. I felt it when it pierced through my skin, into my vein. Every now and then I could feel the liquid substance pass from the tube, through the needle and into my vein. I could feel the beating of my heart in the back of my head. It's weird to say but it was true. I cringed away from it. I had the urge of pulling off the tape and taking it right out. What stopped me was the thought of the pain and the possibility of it bleeding.
I looked out the window but all I saw was the building that was connected to the one I was in. I looked at the windows. The sun's blinding light reflected off of them. I looked to the right and saw through the window, three children playing with toys. It made me smile yet depressed at the same time. I missed those times when I was younger. Just feeling like there wasn't a care in the world. I had no children to watch play with toys and it was too late now. I was not married either so all in all I was walking and leaving this world, alone.
I shied away from the window and turned to look at the TV. They were discussing another death. "Two dead and one injured. Ken this is…" Death. It was so common nowadays that another dead would make no difference. I sighed as I turned off the TV.
I stared around the room; solid white. Could this place be anymore depressing? Outside I heard people running: nurses and doctors. Through the slightly ajar door, I saw that someone just went flat line. Translation: they just died. I dug my face into the pillow and bit down on it as tears pooled over. A few sobs and jagged intakes later my tears came to a halt. I sighed once more and closed my eyes. my eyelids felt heavy and as much as I tried to keep them open it seemed like a lost cause. My body felt detached, almost as if the pain was numbing but I spoke too soon.
The pain I felt was horrible. It seemed as if my insides were being stabbed, squeezed and burned. I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from screaming but it was useless. I screamed in agony.
I heard multiple footsteps scurrying in my direction, but they also sounded distant.
"We're losing him!"
"Clear!"
There goes the defibrillator.
"Clear!"
Another electric shock. My chest rose but at the same time everything seemed far away.
"Clear!"
Once more another useless attempt.
Flat line.
"Time of death: 1:45 AM."
It's time to sleep; it's time to say…
Goodbye.