The more death stared at me the lighter every inch of my body felt, gradually I could hear my breath getting thin and louder. On the inside I was screaming like a dying animal but my ears couldn't hear any sound from my lips.

My eyesight got blurry and darker and even though it was hurting me badly, my over pressurized brain couldn't process nor understand what kind of pain this was. " Could dying itself be a different kind of pain that's not physically or mentally or Is...