I was just hit my car. I lay there lifeless and in pain, agony coursing through my body, I think i'm paralyzed, I can't move. I hear police sirens but they're canceled out due to my thoughts all I can think about it Death. I am going to die here, in the middle of the road on cold concrete with blue and red lights flashing in my face.
"Hello? sir, can you here me." a woman in a police uniform asked me.
I didn't feel like answering. I was gonna die anyways, what's the point of waisting my last breath on this random stranger, yes I know she's trying to save my life but it's not worth the effort to speak right now, it would cause too much pain, more than I am in right now.
"Sir can you hear me!" She said once again but in a louder tone in which in return I looked up and gave her a tired look and nodded 'yes' I didn't want them to go through the hassle of putting me on a stretcher and carrying me to the hospital if I was going to die anyways, the only thing i'm deeply sad about is that I won't get to finish that painting. It's my time to go and I except that. They put my on a stretcher and I stay silent while they inject me with pain killers and anesthesia and soon i'm passed out in an ambulance waiting for my arrival at the hospital and soon to be hell.
Few minutes later
I am awake again, I was never really a firm believer in heaven or hell or god and devil, but right now seems like a good time to think about it, I am most certainly not going to heaven, maybe hell i'm not mad about it just sad I won't see Julia she was a good person, she's in heaven. I'm in an operating room now waiting to die, they inject me with anesthesia and I pass out.
I'm awake again? but i'm not in the hospital, well I was but not the same one.
