ACT 1 - Death.
Death noun
/dɛθ/
the fact of someone dying or being killed.
When I first died, it was the moment I felt the most alive. They say your life flashes right before your eyes. Every mistake that had ever been made was there for you to see in glaring detail. For me? I saw nothing, the abyss stared back at me; its gaping mouth was ready to swallow me whole.
Pain.
It bloomed like a drop of blood in snow, it spread slowly and insidiously creeping up every nerve and fanning out into my arms and legs, fingers and toes. My vision was stained with burst blood vessels, like fireworks. One last show before my demise. I remember feeling like I was standing at the end of the oblivion and then I fell...
I kept falling and falling.
Until there was a small glimmer in the darkness, the pain engulfed me, taking me as its prisoner, and then I exhaled. Just like that, I became dust in the wind, I was a faint memory, a smudge on a mirror.
Pain.
Did they ever tell you that we all must die? Does it scare you to know that one day you will become like me? A whisper in the wind?
Pain.
Did they ever tell you that you would die twice? And did they tell you it would be twice as painful?
I guess maybe you didn't ask.
