I didn't deserve what happened to me. I was a different type of person. I was special. I didn't steal, lie, or cheat. I was pure. Yet, here I was -unconscious and hurt; probably bleeding to death.
I'm trapped with my empty thoughts. I can only think. My girlfriend, Victoria, is most likely worried sick. She has nightmares of me leaving. I'm the only one she has left. The only one she hasn't driven insane. The thought of me being hospitalized could give her a heart attack.
I feel an absence of gravity. It's like one of those dreams where you're falling through space and all you can do is force yourself awake. Only - I'm finding myself oddly relaxed. I don't feel the need to breathe. I get the worst head ache ever. It feels like a bad hangover mixed with bright led lights. As I think about it, it only gets worse. Raging. Ravaging and raging. Knives harshly seducing your heart or bear claws hugging at your very flesh.
Your soul being ripped from your body.
For the first time since I've been unconscious I can sense my body. It's numb, but it's there. And for the first time since I've been unconscious I can remember.
1. I'm not unconscious.
2. I'm dead.
