?'s P.O.V
The darkness surrounded me. I couldn't see.
It panicked me. I'd never felt like this before. I felt... light. Not fully there. Like part of me was gone, drifted off elsewhere.
Was I dead?
I didn't think so. Unless heaven was like this. I doubted I'd gone to hell, everyone always said I was the best, most-behaved child of my parents. I hated it, my older brother always teased me about it.
And anyway, I could still feel. Sure, the pain seemed dull, almost faint, but it was there. And apparently after life, there was no pain. My arms ached, and I could vaguely feel the stinging that was familiar when blood drained out of cuts. My head throbbed. My chest felt tight and heavy, making me wonder what had actually happened while I'd been knocked out.
Though, one major thing I did notice.
I couldn't feel my legs.
Once more, my head swirled. I think I groaned aloud, though I will never be sure.
Right before my eyes closed once more, I saw the shape of rocks in the dim light. I heard a thud, and some crashing noises, before more pain shot through my arm. I fell back again into the cold unsettled sleep.
Was I half dead?
Probably.
Would I survive?
The last thought I thought was:
'I really don't think so'.
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Death on Holiday
Teen FictionI shrank back, pushing his hands away. As my brother glanced nervously at me, I rolled over. I didn't want to see him, or more accurately, I didn't want him to see me like this. I knew deep down I was a mess. But there was no way I could be cured. H...
