•~𝕎𝔸ℝ𝕄𝕋ℍ~• (𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 '𝓖𝓪𝔃' 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔁 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

•ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣•

'Everything feels so cold...why can't I see? Why can't I move...?'

Y/n's thoughts ran wild in panic as nothing but darkness greeted them. They couldn't see anything, nor could they move their body as much as they tried. The only thing they could feel was a searing pain in their chest as well as muffled voices that they couldn't quite make out.

'Where am I?'

'Hello?!'

'Can anyone hear me?! I'm scared...'

'Papá...? Kyle...?'

No matter what Y/n did, it seemed like the voices could not hear their cries. It was like they're mouth and body were muted, yet their thoughts weren't.
It terrified Y/n. They didn't know if they were alive, dead or in purgatory.

'Am I stuck like this? Am I going to die? I'm not ready to die...please...' Y/n begged to no one, feeling themselves draw closer and closer to the dark void wrapped around their eyes, the voices getting more distant and panicked.

'There's beeping...why is there beeping? I can...I can feel warmth on my hand...?' Y/n weakly thought to themselves, barley conscious to even think. But this person's hand was so warm compared to the way their cold limp body felt.

They wanted squeeze the person's hand back, to show that they could feel them. But Y/n still couldn't move, they oh so desperately wanted to....to bring in the warmth closer into their body.

"ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉ...?" 

"ᴴᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ. ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ʰⁱᵗ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘⁿˢᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ..."

The voices were too faint, it was hard to tell what conversation was being held. One thing they did hear, was hit and unstable.

'I..I remember...Marcelo, he was gonna kill my father...He shot me...was he still alive? Did my bullet kill him to? Is Papá ok...? Am I going to die...?'

Y/n shuddered at the thought of death. It's inevitable, as everyone dies eventually. The people Y/n killed just to live, died. Were they just as afraid as they were? Was this their karma? Will anyone remember them after their dead?

"Wₑ'ᵣₑ ₗₒₛᵢₙg ₜₕₑₘ- ₜₕₑᵢᵣ ₕₑₐᵣₜ ᵢₛ ₛₗₒwᵢₙg dₒwₙ!"

"Dₒ ₛₒₘₑₜₕᵢₙg! ᵢ cₐₙ'ₜ ₗₒₛₑ ₘy ₖᵢd! ₙₒₜ ₗᵢₖₑ ₜₕᵢₛ...ₙₒₜ ₐgₐᵢₙ..."