I ran, ran, and kept running until my lungs were burning from lack of air and my muscles worn out from the exertion. The cold from the rain didn't matter to me, the people I bump into on my way are a blur on my memory, even my truck is that crummy parking lot lost importance.
All that was left was the pain, so deep, that it polluted my veins and rusted my insides. A sensation so toxic that it brought bile down my throat, clouding my vision. I don't know how long or how far I went, the raindrops sticking to my skin like needles as I went faster.
“No.”
“I am not.”
At this moment, I would like to have the possibility of replacing my heart with another that doesn’t beat, that doesn’t show life, that doesn’t feel. The whirlwind inside my chest is too much to bear, and my brain seems to be e
