Prologue
Beep...
Sounds.
Beep...
A desperate conversation between people.
Beep
Hiss...
He vaguely understood them.
Beep...
"-No!" A despaired voice of rejection.
The sound of footsteps.
Beep...
"Ma'am calm down."
Beep
Hiss...
The creaking of a stretcher's wheels.
"C'mon c'mon kid! Hold on!"
He tried hard to fight the darkness but to no avail. What they were doing to him hurt so much. It was so tight, nearly suffocating him.
Beep
Hiss...
Someone cried.
It was his mother, Lisa.
Beep...
Silence again.
Beep...
Then the sound of a door slamming.
- Please you're don't come in, this is surgery room! Please you're wait, we will do our best to save the boy's life.
Then she entered the room.
Not long after, Lisa began to sob very heavily.
The street noise.
The smell of smoke.
A 14-year-old emo boy calmly smokes into the tobacco and blows out the nicotine.
He looks at the ground emotionlessly.
"Why am I doing this to myself?"
The sound of the siren.
He looks up and thinks to himself; "What the fuck happened here !?"
He weakly intentionally drops the lollipop that shatters. And he continues to smoke.
An empty cold room.
A boy with glasses cried hard, feeling the tension block his airway while his mind and heart felt like they were burning. Tears began to fall on his face as he looked hard at his bloody hand. He only found himself choking as he tried to catch his breath, his throat stuck in tears.
Beep
Hiss...
The squeak of a bed.
The tearing of clothing.
There's a good chance his heart is hurt, too."
Announcement of a young man.
- A stabbed wound in the chest, I repeat an injured stabbed in the chest.
A dazzling light blinding his eyes.
"Sir, his blood pressure and oxygen levels are falling!"
"We need to find the source of the bleeding or he'll hemorrhage to death! Get him intubated! Quickly!"
He felt an unpleasant metallic thing force its way down his nose and throat, pressing itself throughout his airways.
In the beginning, everything was going well. The doctors and nurses found the wound and brought in a surgeon, who was surprised by the sight. The knife had injured an artery and scraped his left ventricle. There was a number of other injuries as well. But in time...
Beep... Beep... Beep beep
"His heart's frillatrating!"
"Blood pressure's dropping again!"
"I can't find the source of the bleeding," said the surgeon, who dropped a bloody cloth on the floor and an unknown woman dressed in an operating gave another.
He wanted to help them. The pain weighed down too much on his chest and expanded throughout his torso. He was too tired to fight.
A bright tunnel unfolded before him.
"Charging!"
"Clear!!"
His body jerked against the mattress.
Once. Twice. Then three times.
He is ruled by darkness.
But nothing.
There was only silence and pain.
Beepbeepbeepbee-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
When I write things like this, I have a conviction that I will rot in hell!