Some deaths are tragic, others silently wished for. His was...pretty unnecessary.
Yeah, Nathan Severin was not the most hardworking person out there and no, he certainly did not care much about what happened to himself.
He always went with the flow...
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People flailing in the air, reaching for something, clinging onto the barrier of the bridge that had become disconnected from the land that held it. The bridge tilted, further and further, falling to the side and dumping its burdens over the edge.
I saw cars blinking, heard them honking, people screaming. A child crying. I saw them falling.
And I fell with them.
On October 29th, the Victory Bridge collapsed due to gusts of wind and fucking physics. Many lives were lost.
Including mine.
When one is near death, falling from a bridge, people might think the person is thinking about their loved ones. About their whole life.
I can tell you, I didn't think about any of that.
Sorry, Olivia.
I was a little busy screaming my lungs out in fear.
When one is falling, surrounded by others that also felt the panic that spread with the sensation of falling, all they can think about is just that: Death, fear and pain.
My body felt weightless for a second, as if my guts were being left behind. My glasses slipped off my nose, reducing everything to blurs of colours and confusion as I left them metres above me as I hurtled down. My hearing malfunctioned, my depth perception and ability to grasp which was ground and which was sky vanished as my mind went blurrier than my vision.
I didn't get to experience what it was like to hit the water after a fall like that.
I was knocked out by a flying car door socking me square in the face.
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I was pretty sure I had the door sticking in my skull. Like the zombies from those movies have with axes. I couldn't find any other explanation for the head-splitting pain I felt. It made it hard to focus or even try to open my eyes.
Was this what death was like? Just...pain for all eternity?
This couldn't be it, I thought. There had to be more to death than this...Especially since I felt sort of...numb.
Now, don't get me wrong, I wanted to scream, scream in pain for someone to chop my head off so I wouldn't have to endure this horrible headache anymore. It seriously felt like someone had hit me with an axe.
It was just...Everything felt so...dull.
So muffled, so quiet, so far away.
Like I wasn't actually there.
But I knew I was.
I felt the ground grazing my cheek and hands, felt the cold crawl through the fabric of my pants and a soft breeze blowing over my body.
