I lay on the ground. My chest is compressed in a cage I cannot escape. I just want to breathe, but the air is stuck in the space. My mouth is shut. I can't cry. Everywhere around me, it's dark. I don't know where I am. I lost any notion of time. I think I have a panic attack but I'm unsure. The only thing I am sure about is that I am alive. I am here in reality even if my mind is lost. I think that the floor is cold because my hairs are pointing to the lamp somewhere above me. My eyes are closed, I am in the dark. I don't know if I prefer this state or not to feel anything. Blackout. That's it. Maybe I committed suicide. It can explain why I have more and more difficulties to think, to feel something. I will be found with blood all over and around me, if I cut myself to death. The beating of my heart is lower. Or is it just a pain I can feel before dying? I don't know. Now, I'm not sure if I am alive or not. I hope there is a better life after this. Or not, I don't want to live. This is why I'm here in this strange situation of not-so self-consciousness. My eyes open themselves, a reflex because I don't have any strength to maintain them shut. I see everything white, maybe because of the light. But before I can adapt my vision to the luminosity, I realize that this is my last thought.
This is one of my first shorts in English, hope someone will read it and appreciate it :)
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Empty Crown
Non-FictionThis isn't about royalty. This is just the title of the song I was listening to when I wrote this. Maybe a short stories collection? Contain two shorts : -Empty Crown -Slowly Sinking
