You don't see the happy times, the laughter. They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. The Grim Reaper had abandoned me like everyone else, leaving me alone with my nightmares. And here even death doesn't dare show its face.
And I didn't drift into oblivion the way I'd always dreamed death would be. The white-hot pain didn't leave my muscles, my skin, my bones. My lungs didn't stop clawing at the hot air. I died with the warden's howls of laughter ringing in my ears.īut it wasn't a merciful death. I died with the fires of the incinerator still burning on my flesh, like the devil himself had his fingers in me.
I died there among the corpses in the darkness at the bottom of the world.
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