(Cali)
I thought I knew pain.
Mental, physical, emotional, all of them at once.
But holy f.uck b.alls of fire.
My insides were being burned, and I couldn’t wrap my mind around anything besides the pain.
It was hot, too hot, and then a cold so searing that it might have been worse than the heat, or maybe it was all heat.
It was all darkness, but the darkness seemed to throb; it was pulsing, a living thing.
The only thing that kept me tethered to this world was the pain and something warm in my hand that was the only thing not burning me alive.
A voice broke through the pain, reaching me, and I felt something else. Sweat. I was sweating. A man’s voice floated in and out, and then a beeping accompanied it.
The beeping sped up, faster and faster. This might be the end. I messe
