Random Short Stories

dying

He wondered how he even got here in the first place. He did try to think amongst the chaos of his panicking mind but came up with nothing.

The pain was bearable he thought, so he did the only thing he could - struggle.

He tried to wiggle his way out. However, the more he tried, the more he found himself in agony. Anxious, he shouted for help, he thought he did, but it was as if he was buried ten feet under. No one heard him and no one came.

Soon, bearable became unbearable.

He was gasping for whatever air he could. His voice was trapped, screams silenced by the pain.

In this moment of despair, his life flashed before his eyes. His colourful happy memories of his wonderful life before. Somehow, those fleeting moments were comforting. He no longer felt scared.

He heard the door creak open and someone walk in. In the next moment, something crashed to the ground, though he couldn't see what it was, blinded by his suffering.

Soon, he was surrounded by voices, telling him to listen to them. Honestly, he wanted to, but how could he? His consciousness was slipping away.

The voices grew quieter and quieter, till he could hear them no more. He did hear one last thing before he blacked out completely -- the defeaning beep of his heart monitor.