Those Last Little Moments

The image I saw before me was calm, beautiful, and it terrified me. Everything was white and black, except for the bits of bright red blood on the snow, standing out like a black and white picture with the red techno-colored in. The contrast of the colors calmed me, even though it was my own blood. I couldn’t look away from the warm red liquid spilling through my fingers and onto the cold white snow. I watched as the colors faded, and my vision blurred. My body was numb and I couldn’t feel anything; not the pain in my heart and body, not the cold of the snow against my skin, not the gentle wind that blew through the trees, nothing. One by one, my senses failed me; sight, feeling, hearing, until it was all gone. The only thing that told me I was alive was the fact that I simply knew I was there. I hoped and prayed that my sight would come back, to step out of the darkness and the silence, and see the sun again. To be able to feel the touch of the ones I love.

But then, I lost myself, and I was gone.

I was dead.