1 Prologue

I'm not exactly sure what had just occurred.

I shouldn't be alive. I remember feeling the broken bones, the knife cuts, and the wounds all over my body. I was just lying there helplessly, bleeding out on the ground. I knew no one was coming to save me because I didn't have anybody that would.

Tears were falling from my eyes as I endured the pain. I breathed out and I unconsciously muttered, "I'm scared..."

Yes, I was scared. Who wouldn't be scared? I never predicted that my end would come this soon. I can't say I lived a very good life but I suppose it wasn't all bad either.

With each passing second, it was getting heavier to keep my eyes open. No thoughts filled my head, it was just dark. But somehow the darkness felt warmer. It felt easier to let all the strength in my body go. It was freeing in a sense. I could barely breathe, but I knew my breathing had become easier than before.

If I had to compare this feeling with something I suppose it would be like lying on a comfortable bed after not being able to rest for hours. You don't want to do anything, you don't want to move a muscle, you just want to let go and rest. And so I did.

I heard that people remember their entire life right before they die or that they see a white light at the end of a tunnel. I didn't see anything like that. It was just dark. Soon after I stopped thinking completely.