So this is what death feels like.
It's cold.
I shouldn't have worn this dress today. It’s fucking ruined. Stupid blood.
—I guess I shouldn't swear…dying and all. God probably wouldn't like it much if that were the last thing I did. Although, in hindsight, getting in the car with my hammered boyfriend was probably worse.
I turn my head to the left, looking for him. I've never seen so much blood. I think I’m screaming.
—Definitely worse.
Bright lights. And not in a good way. There's this sound I can't place. I'm moving and everything hurts and I hate it.
It's really cold.
