You sit there weeping, wondering if you'll make it through the night; you're all alone. And you're realizing that it's over - you don't have any strength left. So you pick up the blade and cut until you find the vein. But that one vein isn't enough so you keep digging and then you realize it could be over right now, that you don't have to go through one more argument, one more heartache. That you don't have to hurt the one you love one more time so you take the blade to your throat. You slice all the way through, the pain that fills your lungs, a silent scream as the blood pours down falling to the ground, finally realizing as you close your eyes and take your last breath... that you just crushed the one you love.
Do you ever wonder what your last breath will feel like? Will you be happy its come, welcoming it like it's a long awaited friend, or sad because you had so much more to live for and you have too many mistakes still to fix? Or is that why you will welcome it - because of your mistakes... will you wish you could say goodbye one last time to the people you love? Or maybe how sorry you are? Will your last thought be "so this is death?" Do you wish you were a little more religious? Would you try to cry out "oh God please save me!"? And then it comes and the room goes black...
You wake up in dark black; it's cold. You try to take breath and your lungs are on fire. You cant breathe, you gasp, you need something to put out the fire. There's a man in the room laughing the most sinister laugh you've ever heard. But he's holding a glass of water. "You silly girl. You can't put out that fire, not with this" he says, moving the glass. Some spills on the ground. All you long for is to have that little bit of water, and you would lap it up like a dog if it meant that the fire would be gone. You try to run to him, though it seems like the room is getting longer and longer and you can never reach him, then you collapse.
Then you realize that the fire isn't just in your throat; you're on fire, a cold burning fire. He walks closer and dumps the water on the ground in front of you, and it evaporates. The room bursts in to flames, burning but freezing flames, yet the man is untouched. He leans in inches from your burning face and you realize how beautiful he is. He whispers "Let me introduce myself. My name is Lu, it's so nice to meet you. I think we will be spending a lot of time together." He stands up and walks away. His sinister laughing ringing from all around you and you just lay there, burning, wishing you could die and then you realize you already have...
