I feel no remorse.

Each day passes and the only recollection my mind has of time, has morphed into one big blur. Suicidal thoughts dance through my mind, but are destroyed by my hopeful dreams of something better. I'm a prisoner in my own mind, body, and soul. I eagerly search for an exit, and just as I feel I am close to an escape, the door is shut in my face once again. I have no feeling anymore. Time is slowing to a halt.

I gasp for air, but my lungs are filled with gasoline.