I saw the light. It was so bright. My eyes were blinded by it's beauty and my heart, gradually slowing, seemed to be picking up it's pace. I hugged my 2 year old baby brother's dead body even harder and begged for my life. "Please!" I cried. "Please don't take me! I want to live!" My tears froze on my face as I pleaded and I realized that I had no other choice. This was it. This was my time. As that realization hit me, my screaming lessened into helpless whispers, The death grip I had on my brother loosened itself. I had reminded myself earlier not to fall asleep, because then my body would shut down. But I couldn't handle it. I was so "tired". I just had to "sleep". The lower my eyelids went, the brighter it got, but I didn't care. I was tired and I WAS going to sleep whether it costed my life or not.