I Died
I died.
Yes, you read that right.
I died on December 25th, 2025.
Is it an irony that it happened on the day celebrating the birth of Jesus?
It was not a peaceful passing, it was a harrowing and agonizing ordeal.
I was fading, lost in a blur of pain.
Everything felt heavy, and the air was thick with a metallic scent.
The crimson blood that dripped out of my right eye.
Ohh, it has been removed, now a hole.
I was still alive then.
A knife still stuck to my chest.
I struggled for every breath, but the air felt out of reach.
My vision slowly darkened as my eyes shut for the last time, my hands placed on my mother's necklace on my chest.
I had no tears left to shed.
A heavy fog settled over everything.
I couldn't see my killer anymore.
The world around me vanished into a blur.
Fragments of my memories flashed before me.
Death is close.
Death is here.
The muffled voices nearby eventually faded into silence.
I felt myself being moved, though I could no longer tell where I was being taken.
I felt my mother's necklace break loose.
Then, everything stopped.
I died on December 25th, 2025.
