Part Five

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This is the end.

These are the only words passing through my head, flying by like a face on a passing train.

I'm slipping in and out of consciousness. Sounds muddle together in an incomprehensible mess as though I'm underwater.

Which, I suppose, I am.

It's hell.

What else is there to say of the calamitous pain building in my head? My mind is a pressure gauge, ready to crack at any given moment. The needle is tipping ever so slightly past its capacity; pipes filling so densely that all that's left to do is pray that it doesn't burst.

This is the end.

These are the only words left in my brain; a weak echo left over from previous consciousness.  

If not now, then when? Tomorrow? The day after? Perhaps it's best if I just let go. 

It would be so simple to just let go.

How do I let go?

But what of my parents? I wouldn't get to say a final goodbye; there's so much I need to thank them for.

It's Isaac I worry about most. My parents have each other. Kaitlyn has her fair share of other friends. Without me, who has he got? 

But no.

I don't have the energy for this.

I can't keep fighting the inevitable.

I'm letting go.

A blanket of darkness closes over my mind.

This is the end.

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