Darkness

I sat alone in the hospital room, in isolation. My cheeks were bathed in tears. Not bearing anymore I stood up, staggering forward and pressing my forehead against the icy window. It was as cold and lifeless as my heart, the heart that had less then a day left before it shut down and vanished from existence.

I've never really though about death before. Some people say it's soothing, getting away from life. Finding an eternal safe haven.

Honestly I'm terrified of it. I can't get death around my head, why do we have to die? Will we be forever lost into nothingness? Is death like falling asleep? But that was the worst thought yet. Since when you sleep, you don't consciously know you've been asleep until you wake up. But what if that's death? What if you can't revive yourself, ever? You will be eternally gliding through nothingness.

No emotions.

No feelings.

No consciousness.

You won't feel anything. Your soul will be eternally cast down into oblivion. And that's where I'm going soon. My head swirls with all the possibilities and endless questions of death. I can't answer all of them, no matter how curious I am.

But that's life.

And life is unfair.

I felt a cold stab in my lungs, I gasped, my breath shuddering. I fell, hitting my hand against the bell to notify the nurse before I plunged to the cold hard ground.

The cold ground was the last feeling I had before I sunk into the infinite darkness.