She feels the blade piercing through her chest. The pain is excruciating. She can sense how her breath is not only harder to make but more intense then everything she had ever done. Striving so hard to struggle with life just a little bit longer that it seems funny. Before this she never really gave her all to accomplish anything.
Not that she was not good at her job, or with her friends, or her parents, or with children, animals. No. But she was never the best she could be. It never occurred to her that it is important to go the extra mile gust for the sake of precisely what you are doing. Never until now did she stood like this, fighting even though she knows it's all over, even though she knows there is no reward, praise or even meaning. Everything this was worth is the few thoughts she gets to have. Right now every idea, thought is racing with time and death for the chance to exist, just for a part of a monomer.
Oh, how important life is, if only she knew, if only someone had told her. What wisdom! She wished she could share it, even if just with one person, one who would otherwise make the same mistake as her. That's all it would take to make her life mean something to her.
The heartbeat is now slow, weak, painfully horrifying.
God, just one note.
I want to write one little note to the world. Tell everyone to cherish their lives and the life of others, to be the best they can, do what they want and never give up.
Only a couple of breaths now.
From one dying heart to all beating.
I love you and I wish nothing more than for you to learn my story and understand your mistakes.
And even now, to life, for every single breath you have given me I thank you.
