7 minuets

When you die....

  When you die, apparently you have seven minutes of brain activity left. Everybody sees something different. Some see their life quickly rush before their eyes, or so I've been told. And.. I always wonder what I would see.
     I strongly believe most of those minuets would be you and your giant smile... And your Plain White Tees and to hear your laugh ring and ring forever. Now I have 6 minutes left.
  I think I'll see you, too. I'll see your lazy smile and warm arms. I'll see everything about you, like you were almost real. But, like last time, you were just a dream. Now, I have 5 minutes left.
   I saw a shocking sight. I saw an endless lake and many little heads floating inside of it. I remember each and every face that swam those waters. I remember each voice and each smile. I saw the sun and land meet, to form something so beautiful and unforgettable. Now, I only have 4 minutes left.
  This brought pain to me. I heard you. I heard you for the last time say goodbye, a sweet goodnight, and the ringing silence that followed. No answer escaped my lips. I left and I hate myself now. 3 minutes.
  I saw a beautiful girl. Her hair was messily tied up in a bun. Her face lacked everything, only her true self showed. Her baggy clothes and small hugs drove me crazy. I won't forget this look. 2 minutes.
  I saw myself, as a very young child. I walked lightly around outside and enjoyed every little thing, down to each blade of grass. I was so hopeful and happy. 1 minute left.
  This last minute broke me. I saw me crying, wishing to be happy. I saw all the days I didn't go outside because I didn't fit in any clothes or I didn't have friends. I saw myself cry and wish I was happy.
30 seconds. I became happy.
15 seconds. I kissed someone. And then hugged someone.
10 seconds. I flashed someone a smile.
5 seconds. I saw your casket.
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