A Darkness Unconquerable
The room was not large, and the softly beeping machines seemed to dominate it in ways that were all wrong. I fought against the drugs, knowing it would be the same old memories again, but it was useless. Just like all the struggles that had gone before.
"Is there someone I can call?"
I opened my mouth to reply instinctively, but no answer came. The familiar empty pit opened in my stomach. Not quite pain. Not quite terror. Not quite despair. Not quite regret.
"No-one at all? Family? A close friend?"
The tears welled up and rolled down. The nurse took her cue.
It seemed right, somehow. Alone in life, alone in death. I clamped down on my emotions, did my best to ignore the old familiar voice that whispered its truths in my ear.
So what if this was the worst-case scenario I had always dreaded? There was nothing that could be done about it now.
I could feel all my pain drawing to a close. To a peace unassailable.
All right, then.
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Comments (4 so far!)
Dying alone seems to be a fear many have. I'd rather not live alone.
- #1587 Posted 3 years ago
One leads to the other, no?
- #1591 Posted 3 years ago
Hey are you an old fic or a new latte
- #1625 Posted 3 years ago
Ficly, class of 2010. 7 years, more or less continuously.
- #1626 Posted 3 years ago
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