Year 2070
I looked at the scenery outside of the window while I sat on my bed. My back was leaning against the headboard. My limp arms were crossing on my lap as I gasped for air from my forever parted lips. Each breath caused my lungs to pricked, my spine to tinged, and I wince in pain. My dull, lifeless eyes stared into the horizon, praying to put me out of my misery.
I was at a home care. I already forgot the name. It was not important anyway. What was important, they accepted people who were discarded by their family or people like me who were all alone with nowhere to call home. Dying and sickly people like me with no one to turn to except for the strangers at this home-care to tend to our daily needs until we breathed our last.
So pitiful.
I never expected this was my ending.
If I knew, I should have just jumped off a building.
It was better than this situation.
