"The end is beggining."

You thought to yourself. It was the end of you, as you failed to see a purpose with your life at this point. You wanted redemption, yet you were always back to square one. Stuck in the beggining.

The world had stopped spinning for you. Nothing mattered. It was your choice now, to fall back to sleep, or to live under a grey sky, and a sun that no longer rised for you.

Your heartbeat raced, like a strange ballet.

"You okay?"