All I knew was that I wanted to be with Shane as long as possible. I didn’t care about how I would turn out; I just wanted to be with him as long as I was conscious.
I lay my head back down and started to cry yet again. All the things I wanted to remind him about how I felt; how much he meant to me. All those nights of worrying about where he was or what he was doing. I could’ve saved him from himself… he wouldn’t have listened anyway. He was far too lost to be brought back. I wish I could’ve stopped him from ever losing his mind in the first place. I wish he hadn’t've fallen in love with Lori. I wish she hadn’t've broken his heart. And I wish he were still alive for at least one more minute, just so he would know that someone else really did care about him.
A sudden surge of pain shot from my ankle all the way up to my brain. I groaned and rolled onto my back holding my pounding head in my hands. I first felt it in my fingertips, a slight tingling, before my whole body started to go numb. It was a weird and terrifying sensation. The night sky with the stars shining bright, and the moon even brighter, turned pitch black. My forehead, that was already hot with a fever, rose even hotter. I took my hands away from my head and screamed. Skin from my forehead peeled off onto my palms and I felt blood ooze out of my pores and trickle down my face. My body temperature seemed to rise even hotter. The last thing I remember doing was using all the strength I had left to grab Shane’s hand. I lifted it as high as I could towards me and set it on my stomach. Now feeling as if I were slowly cooking in a furnace, I watched as the world around me went completely black and the pain slipped away...
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