I'd never really thought about death before. It isn't something that slips into a seven-year old's mind. Parents just tell their kids that when they die, Jesus will be waiting for them in heaven; that's a load of rubbish.
But that's how I feel now. Dead, I mean. I can feel my-self slowly slipping into unconsciousness, drowning deeper and deeper into a fuzzy dream. I desperately force my-self to keep my eyes open, but the pain insists on shutting my eyes. The noise of the traffic gradually fades away. My very last thought before I ceased to exist should have been 'You're a bitch, Bellatrix Black', but instead I chose 'What a way to die'...