Sunny-Knight

I don't want to die… I don't want to die. I don't want to die! Not now. These thoughts accelerated in my jumbled psyche. My breathing had become short rasps, as if my lungs were desperately trying to take in all the air they could before it all ended… before my very existence was erased. My heart rate was probably off the scale by then, threatening to end me before Death did. All the sadness, disappointment, and regret in my life rose up and choked me with their razor-sharp fingers. The masked young man in front of me stood unfazed, seeming to taste my fear. I could almost picture the sinister smile on his lips – the expre