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No.

This can't be happening.

My breathing turns heavy as dread starts to sink in. I clutch the side of the table and shake my head repetitively, trying to forget the thought.

But it's true.

I look into the mirror, eyes wide and filled with horror. Fear and hysteria start to take over as I choke back a sob.

No.

I had more time.

I fall to the floor, clutching my legs. Memories flash through my head in a whirlwind. Tears start staining my cheeks, my vision blurry.

It's too soon.

Please.

A wretched sob rips from my throat and I have to bite down on my hand to control myself.

I can't let this happen...

But it already is.

Is this the end?

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