The clock in the corner of the room didn't make a sound as it ticked. Seconds and minutes, would they be moments that would count off the moments of her life? Was it possible that this could be the end for her? She knew that her parents were holding on for her. Hell, she was trying to hang onto her own sanity, but everything was such a jumble. The moments leaked on until she felt like she was going insane. How could one needle, one injection, one step into the future make her so obviously cling onto possibility that she could be reaching the end?
After what felt like an eternity, the large wooden door opened and a man who white hair walked into the room. He was thin but well aged. Would she ever know what it felt like to grow into her older years? She had read the articles. She did her re
