Again,
I find myself inside the familiar darkness. The eternal void swallowed
everything, only the sound of my voice inside my head kept me company. The
sense of time had gone out the window—I felt what they call eternity. Is this
death? I couldn’t really tell.
The
memory of what happened during the last moments of my consciousness suddenly
comes back like a flaming train wreck. The shooting pain was all in my head
this time, yet I could distinctly feel a charred hole the bullet made on my
Armani suit as my fingers ran through the fabric. There was a hole inside my
heart no painkillers could ever get rid off—and like the bullet hole itself, I
felt hollow.
