My Last Words

"One more swig," I thought.
I was going to win this contest.

I took the last shot glass filled with cold medicine,
"bottoms up."

As soon as I swallowed,
I felt dizzy.
I couldn't stand.

The room started getting fuzzy,
and I couldn't make anyone's face out.
Pretty soon I couldn't see at all.

I could hear people gasping and shouting.
I heard someone yell, "Call 911!"

I felt someone stroke my hair
and hold my hand.

Before I died,
my last words were
"No need to call, I'm going to die anyway."

Then,
I blacked out.

I was officially dead.