All this tension makes your blood boil, giving you a terrible headache. You just need to take an analgesic, glass of water, and, and... just lay, lay down... or so you tell yourself. In reality, you are experiencing symptoms of a brain aneurysm, an arterial rupture bad enough to send you into sudden, violent seizures. You'll soon be foaming at the mouth, thrashing around on the floor, agonizing pain blinding you. It will be a prolonged, terrible experience, ending only with your death, unless... unless... realising what might be going on, with your last ounce of sense, those final moments of lucidity, you attempt to call for help!
Alas, no, all that comes out is a string of curses against everyone in the horrible world for destroying you. As you tumble to the floor, your last thoughts are filled with anger, hatred for the cruelties of life, and rage against those fuckers that never got back to you...
Your remains are found weeks later, meat gone, bones chewed up by rodents.
The End!