What are Words?

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To me it was over. Everything that I’d worked for had abruptly ended and slammed into the ground with such force my head was left spinning. Angel was gone; her gentle smile, her child laugh, still echoing in my head forever, her curls still leaving a soft residue on my hands. Gazzy had left the world as well; his strong grim face was never again to grace the halls of my vision. Nudge was finally silenced in death and now all I wanted was to hear her speak, even if she would never stop, even if it would snap my last tendon with exasperation, I didn’t care. Iggy’s sightless comfort in my sleep was like an empty mat next to me; I would never again hear him and Gazzy cackle at a bomb that knocked the sun out of the horizon.

Fang.

My best friend, the one certainty in every thing I had ever done. The concrete in the bridge of my life. His wings never to brush my feathers in flight; his rare smile never to creep across his face; his eyes never to look at me, never to remind he was there and waiting for me.

In the darkness, I heard the soft patter of rain above the thick laboratory ceiling. I felt as if I was looking through a mirror and I was trapped on one side; seeing all the pain and sadness pooling around my feet reflecting back, no escape, only carbon copies of my painful existence.

I had no tears left to cry; I had no more pain ready to well in my chest. I was a shell of what I had been, a lifeless soul trapped in existence. The faint tug on my arm didn’t do anything to wake me from my everlasting slumber. I knew I was moving but had no memory of it; what was movement?

I felt the coldness of a metal chair creep up my shattered spine, and the Velcro cut deep into my wrist, the shuffle of feet and the press of a mask to my non seeing face. I had no recollection of breathing, but my mind was shifting, breaking from my body. The last sensation was of a needle being inserted deep into my veins, and the beat of my heart beginning to fade.

Everyone says death is ominous; death is something looming in your future like a dark angel. Others say death is a relief; death is finally an ultimate peace. But I find it neither. Death is simply the end, maybe there will be something else, but tell me, what is death for someone who’s already died?

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