1:16AM—Jood M.T.
01:14:06AM
This was the last thing I ever expected to happen to me. At least, not right now. As I was restless and preoccupied with my train of thoughts, a jolt of panic went back to my head, questioning my existence and what I’ve done throughout my time here. I, for one thing, am an overjoyed person that can hardly suppress his laugh towards any possible joke. I, for another thing, can barely overcome my tears. I, a human filled with raw emotions, have failed to cover my feelings during all times.
01:14:55AM
I was lying on my bed when I looked outside the open window; my face became aghast with unsettlement when a thought occurred to me: the night’s darkness will envelope me in a few minutes, and I will be gone. Breathing in heavy intakes of air, I shot up from my bed and reached for my mother’s notebook. My engagement ring glinted in the dark as I flipped through the pages, and my voice hitched when I said my fiancée’s name through tears. I told her that she’s the blood running through my heart and yet my heartbeat is falling silent inevitably. Am I ready to leave? Will I possibly ever be?
01:15:23AM
As I felt something cold in my chest, my tears fell to the pages of my mother’s notebook, causing the words of ink to bleed through the paper, and that’s when I felt my heart bleeding, too.
01:15:45AM
When I almost made sure that my heart ruptured through the pages, I heard a vile voice slither into my head. Caressing me in one moment, and punching the void in my heart, the other. My heart, slowly pacing previously, has suddenly bolted from its monotonous pace.
“Such sinner, you are,” the voice said with a nefarious laugh. “You deserve nothing but a painful death.”
Do the very last minutes of death make you hear voices?
01:15:55AM
I am alone in my room. My mom is asleep, my father is gone, and I don’t know how he’s doing. If he’s dead, then I’ll meet him in the afterlife. If he’s alive, then I’ll be alone, just as I am in this room.
The voice came back, continuing its malignance. “You only pray when you need something. You only tell your mother you love her when you take advantage of her, coaxing your wickedness with such passionate words. You know nothing about your father as he is currently in his deathbed. You are a sinner, and the only good you have done is treat your fiancée good.”
01:15:57AM
My breathing has become shallow, and I’m sweating profusely. I’m panicking and yet my heartbeats aren’t quickening as they always do when I’m afraid. They are slowly dying, slowly deteriorating, to end at a dead stop.
01:16:00AM
I am gone.
This was the last thing I ever expected to happen to me. At least, not right now. As I was restless and preoccupied with my train of thoughts, a jolt of panic went back to my head, questioning my existence and what I’ve done throughout my time here. I, for one thing, am an overjoyed person that can hardly suppress his laugh towards any possible joke. I, for another thing, can barely overcome my tears. I, a human filled with raw emotions, have failed to cover my feelings during all times.
01:14:55AM
I was lying on my bed when I looked outside the open window; my face became aghast with unsettlement when a thought occurred to me: the night’s darkness will envelope me in a few minutes, and I will be gone. Breathing in heavy intakes of air, I shot up from my bed and reached for my mother’s notebook. My engagement ring glinted in the dark as I flipped through the pages, and my voice hitched when I said my fiancée’s name through tears. I told her that she’s the blood running through my heart and yet my heartbeat is falling silent inevitably. Am I ready to leave? Will I possibly ever be?
01:15:23AM
As I felt something cold in my chest, my tears fell to the pages of my mother’s notebook, causing the words of ink to bleed through the paper, and that’s when I felt my heart bleeding, too.
01:15:45AM
When I almost made sure that my heart ruptured through the pages, I heard a vile voice slither into my head. Caressing me in one moment, and punching the void in my heart, the other. My heart, slowly pacing previously, has suddenly bolted from its monotonous pace.
“Such sinner, you are,” the voice said with a nefarious laugh. “You deserve nothing but a painful death.”
Do the very last minutes of death make you hear voices?
01:15:55AM
I am alone in my room. My mom is asleep, my father is gone, and I don’t know how he’s doing. If he’s dead, then I’ll meet him in the afterlife. If he’s alive, then I’ll be alone, just as I am in this room.
The voice came back, continuing its malignance. “You only pray when you need something. You only tell your mother you love her when you take advantage of her, coaxing your wickedness with such passionate words. You know nothing about your father as he is currently in his deathbed. You are a sinner, and the only good you have done is treat your fiancée good.”
01:15:57AM
My breathing has become shallow, and I’m sweating profusely. I’m panicking and yet my heartbeats aren’t quickening as they always do when I’m afraid. They are slowly dying, slowly deteriorating, to end at a dead stop.
01:16:00AM
I am gone.
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