Dying On My Own Terms

I loved Dozier McCarthy with a madness that terrified him. So when his new girlfriend accused me of pushing her down the stairs, he didn't defend me.

Instead, he signed the papers to lock me away in Serenity Heights.

He called it "rehabilitation" for my obsession. I called it three years of hell.

While he lived his perfect life, I was strapped to a bed, force-fed heavy antipsychotics that they called "vitamins."

Those pills didn't just kill my love for him. They slowly destroyed my kidneys.

When he finally came to collect me, he smiled, thinking my silence meant I was "cured."