Mark's POV
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Darkness taking over my eyelids as the sound of Jack becomes less audible. My crys completely gone as I feel my life being pulled away slowly.

I want it to end.

I need it to end.

I don't want to live anymore.

Faint sirens heard off in the distance.

My body's going numb as the blood drains out of me.

People walk into the bathroom.

My body feels cold as ice.

They take me to the ambulance.

My consciousness almost completely gone.

The truck starts moving at an alarming rate.

What if I don't want to be saved?

Tugging at my arm, almost yanking, yet I can barely feel it.

My arm begins to be wrapped with something tightly.

Unable to move, almost to breathe.

Blackness slowly turns white as I feel a weight lifted off my chest.

Is this.... my death?