Postmortem

It was a normal morning, but not a normal morning, I couldn't tell what it was. It had a different feeling, I couldn't tell what it was. I looked outside, it was normal. So I brushed it off as, my brain not being awake yet. I started my walk to the bus stop, as I walked, I started feeling dizzy. I didn't know why. I had taken my pills, drank water, and eaten a sandwich but, suddenly I collapsed, I opened my eyes, but they weren't my eyes. It was just darkness, I tried to speak as I heard voices above me. I tried with all my power to yell, I tried to move but I couldn't. I Count move at all. All I could see was darkness and the voice. oh, I couldn't get them out of my head.

The voices said: "What happened here?"

Over and over and getting distorted by the second, just like the alarm near my bedside. I couldn't do anything; all I could do is listen.

The voices said: "Is he alive?"

I didn't understand what it meant; I was obviously alive but something was happening to the consciousness feeling of comfort and terror would creep in slowly, I kind of wished what things would never change, I liked the feeling of comfort this way, I suddenly felt a searing pain, but everywhere, not one inch of me felt anything else, just pain. Then the voices.

The voices said: Pass me that.

I then understood, I was in surgery, I must have... I couldn't think... I didn't know... Everything was blurred, the true darkness. I didn't know...

The voices said: He's not going to make it, I'm sorry.

I couldn't feel anything, just emptiness, nothing, darkness was my world, afraid and alone. I'm nothing. Just a memory.