Eighty Seven
My body gave up on me. A very long time ago. The only thing that is keeping me breathing, alive, is the fact and the little hope that I have that there will come a time where Jackson would come and rescue me out of here. I don't know if what I am hearing or seeing are all true or just parts of hallucinations. There were some nights where I would feel this jolting pains for hours and hours until I just pass out and woke up to another day. I don't have the will anymore. I can't do anything anymore. As my tears began to fall, I began calling my Dad. I don't even know him. I looked at the tube inside my mouth and I sighed as I made my final decision. With this kind of confinement, without this, I wouldn't be able to breathe. I raised my hands and began pulling the tube out of my mouth, I
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