Invisible

I'm dying. I could feel my blood draining outside of my frail and broken body, creating a sticky, warm pool beneath my numbing limbs as I laid down on the damp ground, motionless. All I could see above me was darkness. And it was coming for me. Swallowing me into the unknown. Then specks of small white slowly fell down. Snow. My last snow. And I silently thank the heavens for giving me a little bit of beautiful before I go. I tried to reach up above and catch one snowflake. But my bruises ached and my bones were broken. So I just laid there in silence as the snow fell. My vision started to fade. I knew I'm only moments away from my bitter fate. Suddenly I could see faces. Their faces. Memories started coming fast. I wanted to stop it. But I couldn't. I didn't want to see them. I, at least, wanted to the die in peace. But seeing all of them made my heart ache. And the pain came back. And it was more excruciating than the pain I felt moments ago. Too painful to bear. Hate. I should feel hate. Hate towards the devil who broke my body. Hate towards him who broke my heart. And hate to them who broke my soul. Suddenly, a deafening ring broke the unbearable silence. I turned my sore head to the side and saw the small rectangular object on the ground a few inches next to me. It lit up brightly against the darkness. It continued to ring for a while until it stopped. I let out a shallow sigh, creating a thin white cloud above my face. I'm tired. I'm tired of the pain. The misery. There were no more cries to be heard. No more tears left. So I closed my eyes. And I slept.