8.0: Yellow Lights and Cigarette Tips

Listen I'm scared.

I don't understand what's happening and I'm not sure I want to. Listen, Mother, I'm sorry for hurting you but you have to listen, you have to know that I'm not quite sure if I'm breathing right. Listen, listen closely Jake, listen to me trying to understand, listen to me and forgive me, Jake. Jake listen to my heart sing 'I love you' in the french you sucked at. Listen to me, tell me you hear me, tell me you can help me out because I can't seem to understand what's happening and wait, I can't see. I can't see, I can't-

I open my eyes to something heavy hugging my bones and suffocating me. I open my eyes to find darkness welcoming me back with open arms. I open my eyes and wish I hadn't because now is the time to figure out what the hell is happening to me.