Opener

Here is an opening for a story that I am working on for one of my classes.  Thought I would throw it out there and see what you all thought.  Thanks in advance!

             There is a death occurring inside of me.  I’m not surprised.  I choose this.  I can look back and see each decision, each choice a stone, plucked up and carried, until the path that they cobbled out lead to this conclusion.  I don’t regret the decision.  I don’t have time for that.  Once made, the decision was final; I had no intention of turning back, even if that had been an option.  Too much is at stake.  That thought makes me want to laugh, and if I could open my mouth without screaming I probably would.  The irony of the situation is not lost on me.  The light is fading from the window again, I watch the sun make its singular magnificent decent.  The darkness surges forward from the empty corners of the room, running like ink across the floor.  The stain splashes across my bed, and begins its assault upon my person.  I take a deep breath and succumb to the process.  I know that on the other side of pain, is life. But first you have to die.