My hands are shaking, the red clinging to my skin like a tattoo. Blood is rushing to my ringing ears and I can feel myself slowly losing conciousness.
Badump badump badump.
The beat of my heart- something I didn't think existed -quicked. What was I to do? Scream? Cry? I felt so..... cold. So terribly and utterly cold. I look down at my hands again. Red. The red was everywhere! It wouldn't stop! My hands are warmed by the overflowing liquid.
I'm completely dumbfounded. I can't think straight. Was this real? Was this really happening? I've got to be dreaming! I want to pinch myself, but the shock of the recent events have me completely paralyzed.
So here I am. Sitting on the floor, with my legs tucked underneath me like an idiot, staring down at my bloodied hands with a look on my face that is probably the most spaced out expression anyone could make. It's insane how I can look so lost and absent on the outside and yet be screaming at the top of my lungs, sobbing, smashing things, punching walls on the inside. I want so badly to do those things.
My heart lurches.
Badump badump badump.
My chest is tightening to an extent that is so extremely intollerable that I'm finally forced to lean over and grab onto it. I bunch my white button up shirt- now stained with the dreadfully bright crimson of the oozing blood -in my hands.
Finally I'm feeling something run down my skin, and it isn't blood.
A single tear. It feels sweltering against my frigid skin. I'm waiting as the tear slowly makes it's way down my face. Past my straight, prominent nose, my smooth cheeks, the stubble on my face. Directly towards my lips. The tear presses gingerly against my lips before I suck them in, letting the salty taste of the tear be my comfort. Before I know it, another tear streams down my face. This time, making it's way underneath my square jaw.
Another tear.
Two more, three more, four more. Before I know it tears are streaming down my face, being followed by heavy sobbing sounds that seem to have found their way out of my aching body.
I still feel so cold.
My head is swimming, my thoughts jumbling together.
The blood is getting colder. My body is losing all the heat it could possibly have left. My lungs are being closed in on by my ribs.
Make it stop....
Make it stop......
I throw my head back and holler, my thick voice booming throughout the dark mansion. "MAKE IT STOP!!!!" I lean down again, kneeling over so my forehead meets with legs that are surprisingly warm.
I just want this nightmare to end.
My head swims again, bringing on a rough pounding as well. My heart lurches one more time. The tears and strained sobbing noises refuse to stop. Finally, darkness begins to my swoop in. I welcome it with open arms as it takes me away. I now know.
This is what it feels like to die.
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