This is not how I expected this to feel. Its cold. So damn cold, but that slowly fades away, along with my sight. It's not warm either, its hard to explain but its just... well nothing. I don't feel warm or cold anymore.
Although i do feel damp. I can feel the mash slowly soaking into my red checkered shirt. This is my favourite shirt as well. Not that it matters anymore. My phone's ringing like crazy. I can't see it but i can hear it clear as day. That'll be my mum calling, she paranoid about absolutely everything, it's annoying. But that doesn't matter anymore. My arm's broken, can't see that anymore either, eyesight has completely gone now, but i was the last thing i saw, the unnatural angle my elbow is bent at, before it all went. Not like it matters thought. Any of it. Not the shirt, nor the constant ringing of my phone, not even my arm. None of it matter. Why would it? What use is any if it when you're dead?
