She is coming. Like a red head in heat.
Finally she comes for me.
My blood has slowed with sugar. My throat is swollen with lumps and my stomach has taken the bulimia to it’s peak. My heart has become weak and fluttered. My mind can no longer grasp concepts such as movement and space, I feel constant vertigo.
The panic no longer matters as I feel my own death coming. My heart clicks. I hear the ticking. I feel the ticking.
Soon I will be dead. Months at most. Dead.
I hear it now. Death. All of my fears in death. Now I cannot fear. It is real.
Here she comes.