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Beep. Beep. Beep.
The whirring sounds of the machines filled the room. My EKG was finally at a normal rate. Hah. Let's hope that lasts. I hate this feeling. I'm so hyped up on morphine and other painkillers that I can't even feel my own feet. This wasn't worth my time… too bad these wires are keeping me hooked up to life. I just want this to end.
"Miss Marquez, time for your next dose." The nurse said. I tensed, and my eyes darted around wildly. No more medicine, PLEASE no more medicine. Let me die.
As she slid the needle into my veins, I felt the familiar tingling sensation. I was so used to this, so why did it feel so strange? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark come in with his damned camera. Why the fuck did he even want to document my pathetic existence? I sighed softly. Mark placed his camera down and walked up to the edge of my bed.
"Hey, Mimi." He softly exhaled, a silent tear rolling down his cheek. Poor kid. This was all my fault that everyone felt so badly. If I hadn't dropped out of rehab, then I'd be fine. Fucking drugs. I smiled up at Mark, hoping he would at least partly believe my mask. I'd always been a fighter, but now… I don't know. I can't survive off of these damned machines. Roger can't even look at me without sobbing, which is the part that really gets to me. He doesn't deserve this. He already lost April; he can't afford to lose me. But I just want to feel nothing. Be one with the air, let go, fly away. I don't want to be here anymore, I truly don't. If only those fucking doctors could see that, then maybe they'd let me go. I can't even voice my opinions, because I've lost my voice due to the heavy does of medication. Maybe if I just let go… try to leave…
Mimi, baby, it's your time. Come on home, baby. Come on.
I knew that voice! Angel!
"Angel… I need one last goodbye! Please! Just one more time to see them all!"
BEEPBEEPRBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!
"SOMEBODY GET A DOCTOR IN HERE! OH MY GOD!" Mark cried out, shaking and sobbing. My family rushed in, and in a blur of slow motion I watched them all surround my bed. Roger grabbed hold of my hand and whispered his last words to me:
"I love you, Mimi."
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
All of a sudden, I felt a huge pressure lift off of me. The pain I was feeling, the medications affecting me… it was all gone! I sat up and looked around. Maureen and Joanne were sobbing, holding each other close. Collins had both arms around Roger, who was sobbing uncontrollably into Collins' broad chest. Mark stood silently, tears streaming down his face. And then, in walked Angel. She took my hand, and said: "This is it, babe. Let's go."
With that, my life ceased to exist. I still visit everyone sometimes; they're all doing alright without me. I'm glad I got to see them, at least one last time.