Here it is, the thrilling conclusion to this story that absolutely no one has read. Enjoy, nobody.
Now, the doctors are coming for me, just as I dash out these last few words. They say it will be painless, but I will not hand over my death time to some stranger. I need to be in control for that final detail of my life.
Hopefully, my nurse, my friend, actually, will look through my meager possessions before tossing them on the local burn pile. I want him to read it, to live it, to understand the circumstances of how we first met. But I'm not allowed to talk to him, see him, before I'm stripped of everything. I will miss this life, as awful as it was to me, yet at the same time, I welcome Death, mighty as he is, to take me now, before they force him to come. My only regret is that I am the last of my bloodline, sick and twisted it was, it was still mine, and noble it was.
