Frances
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Cold.
I was ice cold.
My body felt as if I was stuck in some arctic. My bones are weak, my head feels as if it as tiny cracks everywhere, my insides feel as if there was acid being poured all over it.
Clinks and clanks were heard while I was laid out.
The glass was being pulled out of my skin, covering them quickly.
My baby, now gone.
Never to see the horrors nor the few wonders of the world.
Never to experience touch, taste, nor feel.
Once it's gone, it's gone.
In my mind, I'm screaming to wake up.
But I can't.
I won't let myself wake up and experience the pain. Not again.
I was in a state of nirvana.
Pure bliss is what I felt. Ironically, I felt as if I was on some drug.
A drug that I could take everyday of my now, ended life.
I was on my way to the after life. It was blissful.
I was taking my own child along with me. I didn't bother to look back.
Everything was dark but a faint light at the end.
Getting brighter and brighter as I walked further and further.
My child was walking along side me, as if he never died. Left as a two year old.
Their little finger wrapped around mine as we walked slowly to the light.
My time is here.
The topic I've discussed endlessly, is now here.
The thing I've unsuccessfully tried to avoid but almost felt okay with is now here.
It was humorous in a way.
Well, Ha Ha, you're dead.
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Oblivion ➵ Billie Joe Armstrong
Fanfiction"You erased me from your memories because you thought you were holding me back from having a full happy life." In which a wife loses all memory of her husband. ••• Disclaimer ; this book contains the use of drugs, contains profanity , contains sex...
