[Marilyn]

I feel your hands squeeze the life out of me. "please don't!!" I try to say, but the words come out as air leaving my lungs, only my lips form the words. I see the light in your eyes fade as my own body turns cold. I try to peal your hands off my neck, holding on to every second of life I can. I feel your grip getting weaker. I don't know if it is you letting go or me dying.