Death looms in the air, heavy like a thick fog. He is coming for me. The light above my head flickers as I stare at the pills sitting in the palm of my hand. Tears stream down my face, as if trying to escape the empty, black void that I have become. My hand lifts to my mouth, my lips part open. The little capsules enter my mouth and I feel them slide down my throat effortlessly. Soon, I will leave. I will leave this place with my only friend, the newly welcomed Death. It doesn't take long for me to feel the effects of the pills. I drop to my knees, clutching my stomach in pain. He is near. More and more tears flood the floor beneath me. A cold chill sweeps over my body. The pain is agonizing, but I love it. I can finally feel something, again. Then, out of no where, a sense of calmness comes to me, and that is when I know that my new friend has arrived. That is when I know that I never again will have to feel the numbness, the emptiness, ever again. Death has definitely arrived and I have become His faithful companion, His replacement. I have taken His spot, for I am now Death, Herself.