Dying is what I thought it would be.1
This has all been going as planned.2
The body I contain is too heavy to lift.3
My eyes are hazy and darkened.4
I can even feel how shallow my breathing is… It feels and sounds like there is a piece of glass in my throat.5
I am burning, but when I lift my hand, it is unscathed.6
Yet, I am also very cold.7
I wish for someone to see me; someone to tell me that I made a mistake. 8
(I’m sorry. This is stupid. Save me.)9
I am also crying now, blubbering, actually. 10
My fists are clenching the carpet beneath me, and I struggle to turn over.11
I can’t breathe.12
My eyes are so wide and my head feels as if it has been bashed around by a sledge hammer.13
Why can not a sledge hammer kill me?14
Why…must I die…like this?15
Author notes
Not really my last words...unless you count the very end.
I hope it turned out, alright! =]
A contest entry
- Famous Last Words by Taylor Renee.
100 points, ended October 3, 2008, 23 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Good luck with the contest, dude...
A pretty decent attempt. I like the way you have tried to describe the scene.
Peace... I wish you good luck, again
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