The door clangs shut behind me and I find myself once more in that dreaded airless chamber. The walls close in on me as I sit on the cold stone bench, struggling to keep the tide of panic at bay. My fears suffocate me and there is a twinge in my chest which is only an indication of more pain to come.
Then, I'm already floating away, and I see HER hunched over on the bench, as if her spirit had lifted up alongside me, she is as empty as a husk. I ache for her as I see her lift her hand to her head, tightly gripping a gun. In a moment, I am blinded by a sheer white light, blinded from the inside out until my entire world is filled with nothing but a light so intense that I know for certainty that I will never see shapes or colours or tones ever again. The swirling whiteness throws me into a space bereft of all senses, bereft of all happiness, of all comforts.
Is this what death is like?