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Cold... its so cold for some reason. My eyes feel heavy, the bathroom was fairly warm last time.
Wait, what happened? Didn't I die? Why is it so cold? Did I not cut deep enough or bleed enough? Should I have taken more pills and things? My sweat feels frigid down my dark, bluish fur; my heart accelerates, but I feel so weak. Why am I still here? Is this the afterlife? Is any of this real? Does it really get worse?
I open my eyes and lift my head slightly, still laying down in a starfish-like position. I see trees- many of them. So lifeless and dark. The sky is vast; a blanket without detail. A deep, sea-lily blue it is. Am I outside? Why am I outside? Did they just throw my corpse away like that? Theres so much snow here. My stomach hurts in immense pain. It hurts to think, everything is in pain.
I try to get up but I can barely get on my knees. I can't even beg for forgiveness- for mercy. My body feels so shaky and unstable- like a pile of sticks, yet I feel my heart pounding. I can feel my eyes growing heavier. I'm tired of fighting, just let me go, even on the side of the road.
The sun shines, taunting me. I chatter as I begin to curl up on the ground. It feels soft for some reason. I've longed for this moment for years, ever since I was in 7th grade.
Laying to my side, I succumb to deaths embrace with a faint grin on my face.