Jan 01 2009
January 1
Cold. Dark. Drip, drip, drip of the cold liquid…down the tiny tube…disapearing in the flesh at the crook of the elbow. Heating as it is swallowed into the body. Not sure of where I am. Flashes of what is percieved as memory. Mob of concerned faces. Lights blazing by like the lines on a highway, only…overhead? Pain, so much pain. Wanting to give up, but yet…not. Get away from the pain. A face, demonically screwed up face, disproportionate. Death in his eyes… Flying. I was flying? Loud crash. Broken, everything is broken. Voices, too many voices, can’t make them out, can’t open my eyes. Everything is fuzzy. God, the pain. Can’t be dead, too much pain. Blood everywhere, is it mine? Beep, beep, beeping sound echoing from..? Try to think, yet it hurts too bad. Must find out whats happening…