2 The Beginning

It was so sudden, so unexpected. Who would have thought that today on my birthday would be the day I died. Throughout my seventeen years of living who thought that this would be that day. I wasn't super smart or anything though, just about average. My life at home is not pleasant, though I can live with it. My parents are divorced, my father left us, my mother was left with debt. So she had to take multiple jobs at a time and often didn't have time for me. They got divorced when I was four, so there was no emotional connection between me and my father. In school I wasn't popular though I assume that had to do with my appearance. I would consider myself below average. Today, I was supposed to meet with my Mike at a cafe. I was almost there the cafe was in my sights when the traffic light turned green I started walking, but when was halfway across the street a out of control car rammed into me. I flew backward from the force of the car hitting me and now I am coughing out blood it's clogging my throat. I feel nothing I feel like I'm paralyzed I can't feel the pain from my neck down. I'm suffocating choking on my own blood. I can faintly here sirens, but slowly there getting fainter and it's harder to keep my eyes open. I guess death will give people some type of relief if it's for pain or something else. Though for me who can't feel the pain inflicted on me. It's an end though I hope in heaven or something I'll be happy. I feel my consciousness slowly slipping away from me and I finally breathe my last breath. I still feel my conscience though I can't move my body. "Is this heaven?" I yell. I yelled that out because if I still have my conscience that must mean I'm in heaven. I still can't open my eyes. After a long time I'm finally able to open my eyes but to my surprise I only see darkness. It's like a never ending void I can't see the end. It's just darkness. Then all of a sudden a wave on nausea hits me. Like sea sickness and I slowly realize that I'm falling. I keep trying to look around but it makes no difference. Subsequently my consciences starts fading and I slowly drift of on this wonderful thing known as sleep.