I have good friends and family. They're why I'm still here. It frustrates me, that their feelings are why I can't rest!
I'm thinking this as I walk into the convenience store. I'm looking around when I feel something sharp in the back of my neck.
"Ow!" I yell, surprised and stung. It happens again. I hear grunting, then horrified screams. That sting again. Warm liquid drips down my neck. I'm falling.
I'm not sure what's happening. All I know is I very much want to live after all.