' "I’m going to die very soon. Before my twenty-first birthday. I wont live to be twenty-one. I’m never going to be old. I don’t wanna ever be ugly and old. I’m an old lady now anyhow. I’m eighty. There’s nothing left. I’ve already lived a whole lifetime. I’m going out. In a blaze of glory."
Then she was quiet. Her words just lay there like a bombshell. No one wanted to touch them. She hadn’t issued a threat, simply made a flat statement.
(I had to put a watermark on in hopes of people not stealing this.)