365 Days
You sighed gently and stared up at the hospital ceiling with soft and slow breaths.
Your body was sore and aching as your vision began to blur with tears.
The hospital room was cold and empty. Void of color and sound. Just as your life had been the last seventy years.
The only background noise was the ridiculously high A.C and the T.V. Your hand went up to rest over your heart. The sapphire ring on your thumb glimmered in the fluorescent lighting.
As you danced on the line between life and death you began to wonder what awaited you in death. Were you going to wake up as a daisy? Were you going to heaven or hell? Or would your conscience and soul just float onto nothing once you passed? Just a dead body in the ground, decomposing and becoming maggot chow.
Your heart rate monitor began to slow as your thoughts and beating heart began to fade away.
A part of you was scared for what could potentially be awaiting you. Another part was happy...happy to finally rid of this lonely and empty life.
You felt nothing but pain ever since that night so many years ago. Mourning the loss of those you loved and held close.
Closure never came to you. Closure doesn’t exist within you. As you lay in this hospital bed, dying, you die with the memories of Alastor, Anthony, and Vox.
You die knowing they all died because of you. Guilt rested on your conscience for seventy years. Finally you were ridding yourself of all that despair, pain, and internal suffering.
Wherever you were going had to be better than this.
So as you laid in the stiff and uncomfortable hospital bed you tried to hold onto them in your heart and thoughts. Maybe you would see them wherever you were headed. Maybe you’d cross paths once again in different vessels.
You never got your happy ending. Your loving family. Your light and happiness died the day they did.
Everyday you thought...in another life.
Shutting your eyes your body began to grow limp.
It’s only a matter of time...
With that the sound of your heart monitor slowed and soon enough stopped completely. You finally left this earth.
Your eyes were closed for what seemed like seconds until the loud sound of fireworks made your eyes shoot open.
Looking up where the sound came from your eyes grew curious at the sight of sparkling fireworks hitting a pentagram in the red sky. A tall tower dinged and you read the words written across it.
“Three-hundred and sixty-five days until next cleanse...?”
END.