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Death Scene

Everything was blurring out, one after another, until my eyelids were too heavy to hold open. My body no longer had the strength to support itself and I crashed to the ground.

I heard rushed, muffled voices, but I couldn't pick out the words they were speaking. It was like my senses were all shutting off at a rapid speed that seemed to last forever.

The wet feeling of my own blood pooling around my chest slowly disappeared and was replaced with a softer, more welcoming feeling. I knew I wasn't going to make it, I wasn't going to see another sunrise, I wasn't going to be able to say goodbye to my family.

And before I knew it, I couldn't even hear my own thoughts.