I’m Number 12 by Kristina V. Ramos

Flash Fiction!   I’m Number 12   Suffocating. Not the it’s-too-hot-in-this-cashmere-sweater suffocating, but rather burning chest, blood in my mouth, and bulging eyes kind of suffocating. There could have been so many other ways for me to go. I think, most people have thought of the way they might die. I wanted to live, and…