I’m dead.
An assassin finally got to me, and I’m dead.
I know in my heart that I am dead, or I soon will be.
The feeling of dread has returned but tenfold, to the point that I couldn't think of anything else but the dread in my veins.
More than that, there's an ache in my chest, an ache in my veins, a continuous drum beating in my brain. My heart doesn’t seem to remember how to function, beating erratically or not at all, my lungs have given up on breathing and my arms and legs… I couldn’t move them at all.
In fact, they feel like they’ve been cut off, a burn like acid so intense that I cannot feel them attached to me anymore.
And my neck… there was a blinding kind of pain wrapped around it and I could only feel it get tighter and tighter, the pain only growing by the second.
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