Save Myself

Nobody can ever be too sure of anything. Only God can, and sometimes, even He can’t. If there’s anything I am sure of, though, is the fact that nothing is set in stone. I know, because I used to be in that position. To be waking up in a beautiful morning, only to find out that I could barely breathe. To hear the doctor say that I have a condition. It was back then that I understood how precious life is, and that for a second, I cannot let go of what is happening to me in every single second.

(Author's Note: This is a oneshot for z o m b i e's Mental Illness contest. The mental illness I chose is the Factitious Disorder. This story is (C) PARASOUL. All rights reserved. Please read the other entries from the contest!)