golden tr(age)dy ☾joshler

❅ death personified ❅

Cold.

That was all my mind could register at this moment. That, and pain. My brain felt like it was trying to break out of my skull, pounding and throbbing, trying to break free from it's inevitable fate.

Pills.

Also the reason for the mind-splitting headache I have right now. It was so beautiful. Only two days before Christmas. The first Christmas I won't be there to experience.

Bells.

They only made the ceaseless pain grow stronger. Every storefront and home had them hanging outside for the holidays. They rung with every gust of wind.

Numb.

I was moving but I couldn't feel it. I trudged through the snow in just a t-shirt and jeans. I felt nothing and everything; I felt like death personified. How fitting.

Dizziness.

I struggled to find my way to the bench. I had the bay in view, just a few more steps and I'll be there.

Nauseous.

"Hey, are you Tyler from school? Why aren't you wearing a jacket? You're gonna freeze out here?"

"Go away."

Static.

"Here, take mine, I have a sweater underneath."

"I said go away."

Bench, the bench.

I sit down and close my eyes.

Black.