I wasn’t breathing in that moment. I never was. The grass brushed on my bare legs, making me shiver. My lungs didn’t seem to want to work. I didn’t turn purple. I seemed perfectly fine. Just a girl in shorts and a shirt walking along a path. The wet stones made my boots slide and I nearly fell multiple times. I grip my oat bar packet and the crumbs fall onto the earth. The birds will enjoy that. My fingers are slowly turning black at the ends, a deadly gradient of poison spreading through me. I prick myself on a thorn and the black oozes out of my finger. I suck on it. I will die anyway. The mist engulfs me and I look around but can’t see anything. I stumble and fall, my cheek scraping against the concrete slab. I can breathe again. I feel the sting of the poison spreading up my arm. I close my eyes and breathe a deep breath. Then all goes black.