Bright…
Light…
Dying.
I thought it'd be peaceful on the other side. But all I can think of is how can I protect you from all evil bitches out there if you don't have me? How are you gonna cope with Dad? How are you gonna get rid of the guilt that's killing me?
I can feel you're not ready to let me go. I can feel something terrible is brewing to make me come back.
I stare into the eyes of death and for the first time I'm ready... Sort of.
Hang on, Sammy. I trust you. This is…
