Life goes on… The words of my mother on her death bed fill my ears. Life will go on without me, just as it had done after my mother died.

It's funny, really, how I had thought I was so important that nothing could end my life. I was so conceded before, thinking that the world would end without me.

The world is fuzzy and way too bright; all the people are moving in slow motion. A man crouches down over me. I hear his slow words: "You'll be alright, just hang on for the ones you love."

But it's too late. I can feel myself slipping away. Although I'm really scared, I feel a strange sort of peace. The people seem to get distant, the lights and the ambulance are getting smaller and I'm consumed in darkness.

My only regret: leaving my Sister and Father.