The pain was unbearable and I almost began to feel like death wasn't so bad; at least I wouldn't be in such pain. I could see the worry in my mother's eyes and the sadness in Matt's. I couldn't look at him or her, not like this, not now. I had been strong all my life and I wasn't going to stop now. The erratic pounding of my mother's heart sent a chilling shiver down my spine and I couldn't help the small pathetic whimper that escaped the confines of my mouth.
I felt like I was being burned with pure acid, my skin was red, sore and cracking. The irony of life or maybe it's the irony of death. An hour ago I was celebrating my "funeral." Caroline was being buried yet here I lay in pain. How could the dead feel such pain? I was dead for god's sake why was I in so much pain. I closed my eyes not knowing if it was going to be the last time; the pain had only gotten worse.
My mouth the dry and a cold sweat broke out in my skin yet as I looked in the mirror across my room, I looked fine except for the gash of red and the gray veins that now were no longer concealed under my skin. In some sick demented way I looked nice, pretty even. The old Caroline would have loved the idea of a tragic death, with drama and mystery and love and dying with eternal beauty yet she was dead now and in her body was only an empty shell of what had once been.
I closed my eyes and for a moment I was at peace, I couldn't feel anything around me until the heavy yet graceful footsteps of someone walking towards my room woke me from my state of numbness. If it was Tyler, I didn't know what I would have done. Told him to screw himself or tell him that a large part of me still loved him. He loved me and he bit me.
I slowly opened my eyes wishing for the God that had long ago abandoned me to help me gain the strength to face him yet I was caught by surprise by the actual person that stood in my room. Without passion or haste I asked the only question that came to mind. "Are you going to kill me?"
His voice was soft, gentle and in many ways warm yet the fear inside of me still flared in his presence. You already half way to death, why be scared if he rushes the process? For a moment I wanted him to kill me. To end my suffering, I wanted peace. But I was terrified of the unknown.
"Do you really think that low of me?" he asked warmly smiling down at me.
"Yes" I responded my best trying to hind the tears that threatened to erupt from my eyes. Goodbye world. I thought looking t the evil man in front of me. "Not on your birthday" he responded smiling sadly down at me.