Poison coursing through my veins as my mother and father both cried. I was left in the hospital room for quite sometime, but I seemed to be fine. It was 2:30 AM when the doctors finally let me leave. They told me to just take it easy for a bit until the final day. I didn't know how to handle it, but I had to stay strong no matter what. After all, the last thing I'd want to see was everyone becoming depressed because of me. I headed off home thinking about how it would finally end, I didn't want to think about it too much though, or else I'd start imagining everyone's emotions. I scurried off to bed around 3:15 AM, forcing myself to get some sleep, but the night seemed cold and long, making it nearly impossible.
