RIPPED
ALEX
I was dying... I knew I was dying.
It was dark and cold and I was alone…
Memories came rushing into my mind… Flashbacks started playing inside my head.
Why are they all coming back to me? Am I really dying?
I could hear voices from around me. I hear them… calling me… telling me to fight… begging me to come back.
I don’t know why they keep telling me that. What for? Why should I fight? What’s left for me to fight for? There’s nothing there anymore… there’s nothing but pain waiting for me. So why fight and try to live again?
I'm in peace here. Although my surrounding was dark and cold, I feel better here…
I cannot feel the pain here anymore. There’s no anger, misery and sadness here too. It’s better to stay here.
I’m better off without them all…
PHILIP
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