There was an ear-splitting scream, as I tumbled to the ground holding my hands to my chest trying to stop the blood. I heard the distant echo of my knees hitting the wooden floorboards and the sound of my jaw breaking as it hit the ground, sending a quiver through me. The pain was unbearable and simply incomprehensible. It felt as if hell itself were licking at my skin with the screeching of millions of dammed souls within my head; tearing at my skull. I could hear my breathing and feel my hearts’ palpitating beats slow down as the darkness gradually drew closer and closer, pulling me in with its spindly, fingers. I frantically clawed at the light, and at my heart to continue beating but I felt my body shutting down, as if I were a machine that was being unplugged. I knew it was inevitable; I had already lost control over my body. I was scrawled in the most peculiar position across the floorboards, gazing into the blank and lifeless eyes of my dead son. Nothing else mattered; I was dead as of that minute.
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