One From The Archives: Cold Dead (high school writing)
I am sitting here.
I am here, but I am somewhere else.
My mind is trying to move but I won’t let it, which makes me quite disorientated. Could this be caused by my complete exhaustion?
I sit here and I must look like I am swaying back and forth, side to side, inches from falling off of my chair. But I am sitting still.
My eyes can focus but I only see images of what is, everything loses it’s depth and the world is an uncomfortable background to my eyes.
When I close my eyes I go numb and everything no longer exists. My head spins in the darkness until I get sick, then I jump up, gasping for air and gripping my numb hands until my heartbeat returns to an almost normal rate. Every sound and sight is new, and every sound and sight is a sign of my failing mind.
Pains I felt before are now fatal. Eventually my arm goes numb and I know that it’s a heart attack combined with the brain tumor I’ve had my entire life combined with the fact that the room is closing in on me and soon I will suffocate.
I wonder which will kill me first.
I fear death. And every second I am closer.
But it doesn’t matter because I’m dead. Cold dead and my mind still races, my heart still pumps, and I’m shaking. Cold dead the entire way home. Cold dead as my life was taken over by something inexplainable and dark.
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