The last thing I see is my brother opening my door to tell me dinner is ready. I don't see his face only his feet he is wearing white socks I also notice a pool of blood staining the carpet red. There's a knife next to me and I see both my wrists are sliced and I feel blood pooling out of my throat.
The last thing I smell is an iron-like smell mixed with whatever my mother was making for dinner. It smells of death but also the familiarity of my mother's cooking. I also smell my brother's socks who knows when he last washed them.
I see my vision darkening I don't have much time, everything seems so slow. Every second feels like an hour.
The last thing I feel is the spongy feeling of wet carpet as well as something wet. I already know what it is.
The last thing I hear is my brother screaming for my mom but it's too late I'm already gone I can still hear but there is no hope for me.
I hear my mother screaming.
"NO PLEASE WAKE UP! MY BABY! NO! PLEASE WAKE UP I'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY!"
I heard her cries it was the most agonizing thing in the world it was the screams of someone's whole life's work being thrown away. Not even the damned souls in hell could compare to that of a scream from a mother whose child just died. I hear her screaming at my brother to call 911 but it's too late.
I won't ever wake up again.
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