[ WP ] The Will to Live is a document . You just lost yours .

Sometimes you lose something, you know? Your keys, your parking ticket. Sometimes even something as huge as your dog at a park, but it never amounts to the same kind of huge when it comes to the will to live. I never thought I could go this insane, sitting on my own kitchen floor, a knife mere inches away from me. I could grab it, could end it all at anytime. 
 
 But I do n't want to. 
 
 Even if my will to live has towered over me and crashed down to mere pieces of broken glass, I do n't want to die. I've never feared death, never feared the monsters that tried luring me in with their false promises. False promises about nobody needing me, everything being better when I'd allow my heart to stop racing. But against all better judgement, against everyone who truly believes that life hangs on a thin thread of a document, I still do n't want to die. I'm not ready to let myself fall under attack of something that is linked to me, even though I've never agreed to the contract. I've never signed anywhere, not even a drop of ink. 
 
 My hands are shaky, the blade set against the thin skin of my wrist. I could end it all, end all the fighting, the fear. I'm the master of my own life, and no document will ever dictate my life cyclus for me. I'm still more than willing to start a family, to tell my partner I love them more than my favourite meal, or cute puppies, or anything that I've loved as much as I've loved them. The authorities will hear of this soon, they're waiting until it's clear. My body will be put neatly on display for the entire neighborhood to see me being carried into an ambulance, white sheets pulled over my head. What would they say? 
 
''She was so young.'' 
''I heard she lost her document in a fire.'' 
''Maybe she ripped it up?'' 
 
 Me? I'll damn them all, I'll fly up the walls to get my point across. I am not dying, I refuse to. All of you are simple sheep, following a document that has absolutely no power, though you firmly believe it to be the biggest object in your life. The knife makes a loud crash with the floor once I manage to toss it away, head falling back against the wall behind me. 
 
 I refuse to die, I refuse to.
