Chapter6

#Chapter6

My Freedom

I couldn't recall a single moment in my life when I was dying. When I actually considered, that my life might end here. I've never given up on the road, a long-long road that was ahead of me, or so I believed.

I didn't want to die just yet. No matter how fucked up I got, how fucked up my life got, I wanted to live it, for the simple things like sunsets, sex, martinis, and kittens. This may seem like a joke to you, and maybe I was trying to be a little funny there, but my point is;

I wasn't willing to let go of my life.

Okay, I would say I am proud of myself... I held on till I started to... actually vomit blood. I remember it really felt like my body was trying to get rid of my organs through my throat, in a really violent manner. I couldn't even breath at a point, because I couldn't stop coughing.