I want to live. I want to live badly.
But it spread inside me. It consumed my body wholly. Yesterday I was well, but today I am fighting for my survival. I know spending this one night is going to be harder than ever. I am lying on my bed all alone. I couldn't raise my head. The pain is suffocating me. Nobody cares to be around. My bedside table is filled with medications. But if only I get an antidote. My heart started beating high, letting my body drench in sweat. I am not able to breathe. I want to live. I want to live badly. I heard a creaking noise. The door opened and my mother entered. As she sits near my dying body and brushes my hair,'Amma, will I survive this?', my voice breaks.
'Dei, it's just a COLD!'
