As he laid there a chill began to cover his body. His breathing had become shallow and slowly he was losing consciousness. "Is this it?," he thought. There were no lights, no unexplained phenomenon. Just quiet and stillness...peace. The water in the bath was turning cold and as much as he wanted to turn the hot water knob, he couldn't move his body. A lump of clay, sinking into the water, never to be seen again. His body was drained of tears. This is what he wanted, this is what it was supposed to be, silence.
He couldn't remember the last time he experienced such solitude. As morbid as it sounded, it was, oddly enough, very inviting.
There were no flashes of the life that he led, no memories popping into his head, just an emptiness. A void of being. His spirit was so lost and damaged, there he was on the edge,...there was no turning back. He had started the process and was committed to seeing it through....this is what he wanted.
The water had become dark.
The blood he released, was leaving his body and it was only a matter of time, he thought, til it was over.
There was nothing else in his mind. No clearer path. Was this Pride he was feeling? Was there a sense of "accomplishment?"
He heard a sound. The front door was opening and someone was calling his name. A flash of panic came over him and he felt his heart begin to beat faster. His eyes fluttered as he tried to gain some focus. No one should've been coming into the house. His sister and niece were at church, or so he thought. From what seemed a great distance he could hear his name being called, "no." Tears began to roll down his cheek. No, not yet, he thought. It was to soon......
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