Killing Purple

'Cause I found God

Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
"She's stabilizing."
"She's so skinny.."
They uttered other things, acting like my body was skinny and fragile. They made me laugh in my unconscious state. I could feel the bed sag because of my weight, I could hear the jeers from the beautiful, tiny nurses. I wasn't welcome here. I wasn't welcome anywhere.
My heart took off, so did the monitor.
"What's happening?!"
"We're losing her!"
"She's having a heart-attack! Get the doctor in here!"
More screams, though they were fading. The only thing that mattered to me was the pain. My chest contracting. I couldn't breath. Help.
I could see Colin's face. I could see the scale. 87.3. So close. So fucking close to perfect. Why couldn't I just be perfect?
"Come on, I'm not losing you."
Colin again, crying. Why was he crying? I tried to lift my arm to wipe a tear. I couldn't.
"We're losing her! She won't stabilize! DOCTOR!"
Sobbing from both sides of my bed. My naked body was cold, so cold. Everything went silent.
"I'll call it.
Time of death, 8:17 PM.
I'm sorry, Dylan."

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And if I died right now, you'd never be the same.
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