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I Am Dying Essay

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I feel like I’m dying.
My insides are being pushed, pulled, stretched, bent. Different colors flash before my eyes, swirling and clashing and mixing together. The bright reds and dark grays and sky blues and neon yellows mix, causing a rainbow of sorts. It reminds me of when I shut my eyes tight or rub them, seeing all of the colors of a color wheel. Huh, who would’ve thought I would be thinking of color wheels when I was dying.
All of a sudden, it stops, the colors fading into one color—white. I breathe in, breathe out. The pain doesn’t fade, doesn’t stop, but at least I have control over myself. I’m not dying!
A pain, twice the original amount overtakes me. Or, maybe I am dying. For a brief and vague second, I feel my legs collapse …show more content…

I move one arm, try to move my other and pain hits me. A hiss escapes from my mouth and I let my arm hang limp. I push myself up with my right arm, my dominant one, the action reminding me about the backpack on my shoulder.
Shit, the pain just dulled. Touching the strap on my right shoulder, I mentally prepare myself for the pain. Three, two, one. I yank the strap down and out from in between my arm a cry escapes.
Taking deep breaths, I make sure I can walk, that my legs aren’t broken. Okay, those are good, now, where am I? Pushing myself up, I hold the wall for support.
Dark walls surround me, pure black. White furniture contrasts with these walls, like yin and yang, the black negative, drawing in light, drawing in purity, the white positive, exposing light, exposing purity. Every piece of furniture is white, the vanity set, bathtub, toilet, towels, rug, everything.
Wow, even Hell has bathrooms, I guess people just take breaks from rotting to take a piss. I wonder if the waltz on out every day to get food and piss and sleep and then wake up and get paid for rotting in a pit. Well, I guess I’ll find out in about five minutes.
“Jackson?” a low, smoky male voice asks. “What happened?” Oh, fuck. “Jackson, if you don’t answer I’m coming in. Are you okay or not?”
“Mmhmm.” I try to tell my best to imitate Jackson’s high-pitched voice.
“No, you’re not, what’s wrong with you?” The doorknob jiggles and I panick. The man tries to open the door and I force it closed, locking

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