You wake up and you feel nothing but pain. You realize that you are most likely never going to be rescued. You just want it to stop. There is no hope. You think back to when your mother used to tell you to believe in the good that exists in this world. You remember her telling you “it is all going to be okay”. But it does not feel like anything is going to get better. All you feel is pain. You realize that you do not feel scared anymore. You feel that you are ready. You no longer feel the warmth from your mothers words. Everything just feels cold and lifeless. You look to your nightstand, and take the pill bottle, and hope that you will not hurt anymore.