It’s Killing Me

“I don’t care!” I shouted over her. “Just stop it! Stop telling me who to be. I can’t breathe under your rules anymore. It's exhausting! It's killing me! I can’t—”

My voice cracked completely. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rhythmic beeping of the monitor, steady and loud.

“Oh God.” She cried, her shoulders shaking. “What have I done?”

Then I looked at her. Her frail body sunk