THE LOST DAYS... Round 2.

[mind_blown]

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

Comments

Re: ... START

[dumbjockenergy]

[ she's going to die if she does nothing, but she's going to die if she panics too. the walls are closing in around her, darkness eating at the edges of her vision. ]

No...!

[ out of options, slowly blacking out, she lets survival instinct feed panic and take over, frantically thrashing in the coffin with the last of her dwindling strength pushing and hitting and (wasting the last of her oxygen her dying mind says) whatever else she can do to try and claw her way out. ]

Re: ... START

[idolpro]

It's nothing. The coffin is slowly swallowing her, and her consciousness and existence seem to slip away from her even as she tries to fight it, like sands slipping between her fingers.

To oblivion, she goes.