He blinks.
As the crash occurs his smile fades. His confidence fades. When the world comes to an end, I want to breathe a sigh of relief because there would be so much to look forward to. This feels like the END, capital letters. Breath is forced out of his lungs by the weight crushing him. There is no relief in that.
Time, in one last cruel joke, expands giving him the chance to realize that his next breath would be his last.
Wake up! The voice mocks him. Come closer… closer! …I want to show you something. Have you ever seen a portal?
I have the power to build a time machine. He hears himself telling Dr. Thurman. Deus ex machina; his own voice turned into an unrecognizable hiss as he strains under the sharp blade.
Can't… breathe… ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod…can't…please…
He doesn't know who he's praying to or what he's praying for. He just wants it all to be over sooner. The pain is unbearable. It must end. It must! He had chosen God's path, he moves within his channel. Gretchen will wake up in the morning. And so will Frank.
The limbo is unending. Millennia have passed and he is still being crushed, still lacking a breath. Gretchen will wake up in the morning. But it's too much.
He's never lounged for death like he does now. Not even when he didn't take his pills, in the beginning and he was under the spell of depression. He'd tried, he'd flirted with death. Never like this. Now it was a need above all others.
And then finally… glorious death with the face of a skeletal rabbit with white eyes and human teeth. I can do anything I want. And so can you.
I'm not alone. Every living creature on Earth dies alone. But you are here. Why?
And then there is laughter. Sinister and inhuman, shrill like the strings of an old out of tune piano, the sound envelops him and penetrates his every pore. Stop! It hurts! I don't wanna do this! Stoooooooooooop!
"Dude, you're seriously loosing it." Elizabeth's voice lacks the bite the words imply. She's concerned. Her hand , a bit damp, is caressing his temple. There is a slight furrow between her brows.
"I can breath!" The realization strikes all at once and it's heavier than the jet engine. "I'm alive!"
"Course you're alive dumb-ass!" Elizabeth pushes him away and he becomes aware he had been clinging to her. She's still concerned and it shows in her pretty face. He's on the floor sprawled awkwardly in front of the bathroom door. Blue pills are scattered all over, the empty tube still in his hand. Elizabeth is on her knees next to him.
"What happened?" He ventures.
His sister roles her eyes and makes a sound of disgust. She pushes him off her lap completely and stands. "You're fucked in the head little brother." And she strides away in anger.
Donnie lays back down on the floor. The corridor ceiling is the most beautiful sight in the world and he laughs.