The woman's head exploded with new-found dizziness while she laid weakly on cold marble floor. Her body shivered with pain while she bleed, her hand pressing against her tummy as hard as she could without breaking out into tears -or maybe she already had? It was difficult to say when one's dying. The woman tried to listen to her surroundings, the roar of anger echoing through the large room, while he fought for her life. Stop! She wanted to cry out, Leave me!  

She knew her life wasn't worth saving, any minute now she'd pass out from blood loss before accepting the grim reapers alluring clutch. Oh how wonderful that'd be, to escape the harsh reality they call life, to just disappear into a void of darkness. The woman allowed her eyes to close, despite knowing it wasn't a good idea, nothing she'd done the past month had been a "good idea". 

Perhaps if she'd lived her life differently fate wouldn't be so cruel. Perhaps if her actions didn't bring destruction they wouldn't be in this cold room, grasping at the thread of life that was as thin as a strand of hair, and short enough to be just out of reach. 

They say when one is face-to-face with death, one see their entire life flash in front of their eyes. However, the woman could only rewind to the day everything went down the hill, setting her condemned fate in stone.