I pressed my body against the wall, fumbling with the door handle. My control of my fingers was rapidly slipping. Finally, with a weak kick, the door clicked shut. I clutched my stomach, wrapping both arms around my front and sliding to the floor.

Sweat dripped down my neck and back. Cold sweat. It seemed to freeze on the base of my neck. My breath heaved, but I couldn’t get enough oxygen. Black spots began to blur my vision and the churning in my stomach became unbearable.

Even though my thoughts were muddled, I recognized the effects of poison. I desperately tried to hurl my body towards the medicine cabinet, against the will of my trembling limbs. It was only a matter of time before I went completely mad.

Terror consumed me. I grabbed at the legs of my table with little hope of even sitting upright again. The soreness in my muscles rendered me weak and almost unable to move. I tried to clench my fists, but even that was too much exertion for my poisoned body.

They’d find my corpse, I imagined. Lying there, pathetically, reaching for something stable to hold on to as I passed. I gasped for a few more breaths of air, but I knew Death was coming. He was waiting for the chance to grip me with his cold hands and drag me to the afterlife, if there even was one.

After much struggle, I succeeded in turning my head. I gazed out the window for a last look at the world that cruelly left me behind. Fiery glows seeped out of the windows and illuminated the wet street with orange splotches. I wished to dance with the lights one last time. Seemed like I would have to be a spirit before I could do that again.

Soon, I lost all physical feeling. I was alone with my thoughts and my emotions. Those blacked out too eventually. The pain subsided, mental and physical. And finally, the poison swallowed me.