The Wakening
Prologue.
Death. It is inevitable. And unlike most things--and, quite frankly, most people--it does not discriminate. It doesn't care about your age, race, gender, or economic status. It doesn't care if you aren't ready to go.
I heard his footsteps against the wet concrete as he approached. I inhaled a deep breath and let the air pass slowly through my nostrils; it was a feeble attempt to slow the racing heart within my chest. All I could think about was how aware I had become of myself in those final moments. My final moments. I realized, then, that I did not want to die. I simply wanted relief.
I heard his footsteps against the wet concrete as he approached. I inhaled a deep breath and let the air pass slowly through my nostrils; it was a feeble attempt to slow the racing heart within my chest. All I could think about was how aware I had become of myself in those final moments. My final moments. I realized, then, that I did not want to die. I simply wanted relief.