Enough

Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long. Three-hundred and forty-two Years is an abundant amount of time. When do you know when enough is enough? Rachel is seven-hundred and seventy-seven years old as of today and for her birthday, she just wants to die. So after her party this afternoon, she will be heading to the zigler. The zigler is the name of the man that kills you when you are ready to die. He is over one thousand years old by now. I’ve known Rachel my whole life. She nanny’d me at my early age. Then when my parents died, she took me in.

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I said my goodbyes at the party, and yet, watching her die was the saddest thing I have ever experienced. But she has lived a life full of adventure and joy. I don’t want to live that long. I’m already bored and lonely. So I ask again, when do you know when enough is enough?