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.