I remember the day I died clearly.
It was a Thursday which for me meant it should've been a normal day.
It should've been the same as the Thursday before it, the one before that and so forth, but it wasn't.It started out normal though. I as usual woke up late and had to rush out of the door barely managing to say goodbye to my parents who were sat round the dining table eating their breakfast. I remembered jumping into my car and driving as fast as I could so I would hopefully make it to work on time.
I worked at a small cafe that lay in the heart of our little town. I should've been attending college with my friends but I was scared and had chosen to stay here letting life leave me behind.
Maybe if I hadn't been so scared then everything would still be normal.
I remember stretching my arm out to change the radio. I took my eyes of the road for a mere second but that was all the time needed. I heard it before I felt any pain the sound of metal colliding, the crunching and the sound of my head smacking of the window.
I was dazed and confused but then I felt the pain, it was a searing pain that took control of my whole body, it was the type of pain that demanded to be felt.My head was almost burning and I could feel the blood running down my face like a river. Everywhere ached and my eyes began to go foggy. Unlike before I could hear nothing but a slow melodic hum that rang round my head adding to the searing pain running through me. I tried to hold on, I really did but every breath I attempted to take was a struggle, my chest was burning screaming for oxygen but I could do nothing. The world around me began to swim and a darkness was edging into my sight. I struggled once more before the fight died in me, I succumbed to the darkness and not even the hum in my ears could be heard as I was dragged away from life.
This was it. I had died.
Authors note:
Hi to anyone that's reading this, to be completely honest I have no idea where I'm going with this it was just an idea I had whilst sitting here at half eleven at night, but I just had this urge to right something down. I'm sorry if this sucks it's the first time I've ever tried to do something like this so sorry if you've wasted your time reading it. Let me know what you think though😊💖
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