Dying On My Own Terms

fied him. So when his new girlfriend accused me o

papers to lock me awa

on" for my obsession. I ca

strapped to a bed, force-fed heavy anti

ll my love for him. They s

ct me, he smiled, thinking my

e was looking at

minal diagnosis, Dozier is on his knees,

egged, tears streaming dow

hand away and a

ozier. I have a b

ife. Now, he can only wat

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I don' t know. All I know is that my world began and ended with Dozier Mccarthy. Every breath I took, every decision

roduced Dal

atched them, my stomach churning with an acid I hadn't known before. I knew then that my love, the k

o do so

d Dallas aside at the Mccarthy Foundation's annual winter gala. T

my voice barely a whisper agains

hem. "Is that all your little heart can offer, Kristal? Fifty thousand dollars t

kling sound that grated on my nerves. She knew. She knew my l

wrong. Everything happened so fast. One moment, she was standing at the top of the grand staircase, her h

f shock and fury. Dallas lay at the bottom, a twisted doll

rprisingly strong for someone who had jus

that followed. My heart pounded against my ribs, a trapped bird.

isappointment. He was tired of the drama, tired of me. M

tark and unfeeling, authorizing my involuntary commitment to "Serenity Heights." He called it "rehabilitation," a benevolen

out of a gothic novel. They clanged shut behind m

eady, knowing my life, as