To Coach

Blackness

This is what death is supposed to feel like. Like blackness.

Black is different when you're dead. It suffocates you. It makes you think extremely fast yet really slow at the same time. It's agonizing. It feels like. Well, dying....

I wonder if the afterlife would have been different if Jamie lived on. If Jamie never closed his eyes for the last time, my world would have lived on. I would have lived on, in death.

Blackness sucks me in. My spirit is sucked into a black hole. I have no lungs but my reflexes gasp for air as if I were still a human.

My memories are fading away now. The vivid colors have turned to black and white now.

Death cradles me in its arms like a baby, and my spirit turns to blackness. I don't exist anymore. Not without Jamie.

Note to Coach: No one deserves to feel the agony of death. Death played a trick on me. At first, death gave me life. It gave me what felt like eternity in Jamie's eyes. But when Jamie's eyes closed, I really died. Death became what death is supposed to be. Agonizing. As much as I hate you now, may your world never end when you die. No one deserves to feel a pain like that.

Signed,

Miss Invisible