"Funny. That's funny. Josh, you're hilarious. Tell that joke again.
HA!
Again!
ONE MORE TIME!
I PROMISE ONE MORE!
HAHAH!!!
How'd you think of that?"
A remembrance. I heard my voice, laughing, waiting to be entertained again and again.
Was my brain just reviewing the last bitter details, like they all said? Like memories, or even a pair of death goggles. I could now not see who was laughing, but just hear. Blurred and stuffed laughter, fading into whatever distance I was possibly in.
Just 7 minutes. I gave myself 7 minutes for it to be all over.
Just thinking about the feeling of not feeling. Not being alive. There was no choice for me, but I liked it that way. I felt there was no polarized decision-making on the wrong and right.
I decided to fight up there in my years, and decided to die in mid-air with glass picking against my face.
I heard heavy gasping and choking, flings on spit against my face. A 4D vision. As if I could feel the experience. I couldn't see, nor smell or hear now. It was all gone. Just darkness. Yet I thought I felt these things. The realism the mind gives is so sympathetic to my state of being- or so it thinks. I'm not really here. I'm just envisioning death in death. And I'm alright with that. As long as I just last 7 minutes.
Please.
A scream comes from a place, distorted and stuffed. I can't hear though. Right? Just 7 minutes.
Please.
A clearer "feeling." Temperatures. Did they drop? No. I was dead. I couldn't feel the temperature. I couldn't hear screams. It's just a flashback. It's just a flashback.
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Ice To Crash
HorreurThis is the untold story of how a fantasy became reality in a few forbidden words. And once they all realized, they were in too deep to run back, but too tired to go forward. Tyler needed help, so he helped himself. Or maybe he helped another, that...
