What are Words?
To me it was over. Everything that I'd worked for had abruptly ended and slammed into the ground with such force my head was left spinning. Angel was gone; her gentle smile, her child laugh, still echoing in my head forever, her curls still leaving a soft residue on my hands. Gazzy had left the world as well; his strong grim face was never again to grace the halls of my vision. Nudge was finally silenced in death and now all I wanted was to hear her speak, even if she would never stop, even if it would snap my last tendon with exasperation, I didn't care. Iggy's sightless comfort in my sleep was like an empty mat next to me; I would never again hear him and Gazzy cackle at a bomb that knocked the sun out of the horizon.
Fang.
My best friend, the one certainty in every thing I had ever done. The concrete in the bridge of my life. His wings never to brush my feathers in flight; his rare smile never to creep across his face; his eyes never to look at me, never to remind he was there and waiting for me.
In the darkness, I heard the soft patter of rain above the thick laboratory ceiling. I felt as if I was looking through a mirror and I was trapped on one side; seeing all the pain and sadness pooling around my feet reflecting back, no escape, only carbon copies of my painful existence.
I had no tears left to cry; I had no more pain ready to well in my chest. I was a shell of what I had been, a lifeless soul trapped in existence. The faint tug on my arm didn't do anything to wake me from my everlasting slumber. I knew I was moving but had no memory of it; what was movement?
I felt the coldness of a metal chair creep up my shattered spine, and the Velcro cut deep into my wrist, the shuffle of feet and the press of a mask to my non seeing face. I had no recollection of breathing, but my mind was shifting, breaking from my body. The last sensation was of a needle being inserted deep into my veins, and the beat of my heart beginning to fade.
Everyone says death is ominous; death is something looming in your future like a dark angel. Others say death is a relief; death is finally an ultimate peace. But I find it neither. Death is simply the end, maybe there will be something else, but tell me, what is death for someone who's already died?
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Flamingflie