.....already the sun was sinking.....

I sit and wait, for what, I'm not sure. All around exists nothing but darkness. I can't see. I can't remember the last time I could see anything. I struggle to remember what the sun looks like, or the moon even. I remember being given a toy car as a child. I remember dropping it from a ninth storey window, wishing that I was behind the wheel as it plummetted down to the cold, hard earth. I remember wishing for death, or at the very least, a horrible day. The kind of day that beats you down and leaves you for dead, leaving you no choice but to step outside yourself and take apart everything that is wrong with you, until nothing else is left but the useless shell that once looked a little like you, or someone like you. Was it ever you? Who's to say? Who knows who they really are anyway?

In my mind, I see myself burning. I'm tied to a chair. I can't move or scream. I just burn. Over and over again. Two feet away from me lies a fire extinguisher. I can't reach it. I don't even try. What would be the point? I close my eyes and wait. I wait for the flames to do their job. I wait for death. But it doesn't come. Just pain. Nothing but pain.

As the last breath leaves me, God grants me my wish and I remember the sun. Its beautiful. A beautiful memory. Only a memory.

Welcome to The End.