The dead soul inside me had finally been set free. I had finally made it. If I was alive, I would probably squeal with excitement right now, but thankfully that was not the case.
A flashback of the fear and hesitation takes control of my brain. I remember the list of pros and cons I had come up with in my head and the pros didn't take long to come up with.
The feeling of the cold blade against my dead skin had disappeared and my vision had dissolved with it. If only I could have recorded that nostalgic moment. The acidic liquid drizzling down my hopeless skin had been awaited.
I then remembered I had always been curious about how many people would actually remember to mourn my absence. But stopped myself from eavesdropping with my thoughts just in time, no one would care.
The scent of nothing surrounded me. I stiffly lay there, finally able to breathe, waiting to hear the celebration begin.
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