What do they say about dying; your life flashes before your eyes?
Well, I don’t know what I expected death to look like, or to feel like, or to even be like. But for sure, it wasn’t the weightless, crushing feeling of darkness and nothingness that settled over my bones like rot. In a sense, it was peaceful; like floating through a black hole and having your thoughts move through an endless vicious cycle of when, why, how, who, and where. And all I can hear from somewhere deep in my subconscious mind is my voice repeating over and over and over again; ‘Not now, not like this, not at Natalia’s hands’.
I’ve barely lived. I have my whole life in front of me, just a few more hurdles left and I’d become the me of my dream life. But then again, I suppose everyone thinks they haven’t lived enoug
