I vaugely remember hearing the door open to my room. Time seemed to slow down. Dr. Pullitger's mouth moved as he looked down at me. He was yelling something. I couldn't hear what that something was. More doctors joined him.
I was wheeled into the bright hallway. All the colors, all the shapes sort of blended together. My vision was leaving me. Everything turned gray. Like I was watching an old movie. Then I could see a blackness, not like a blob, but like a flame. It ate away at my vision, starting in the corners and ending square in the center.
Knowing what was finally coming, after all the years of wishing, I closed my eyes. And I died.
My Dearest, Most Wonderful Suicide Lollipop (#3)
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