There was a
ringing in my ear. No matter how hard I tried to stop it, the high-pitched buzz went on.
I covered my ears with my hands, but it did nothing to help. My eyes shut close, brimming with tears that I
couldn’t hold back. Somehow, I was on the floor, twisting and turning, mouthing
the words “Make it stop.” I couldn’t hear myself, though I felt my throat getting hoarse.
There was a
lump in my throat, sprouted unnoticed but grew until it hindered my airway. I gasped
for breath. My heart raced from pain and panic. My body stopped squirming, but my
hands touched my ears then my throat. I was frantic, not knowing what to do
anymore. As a last resort, my eyes flew wide open, hoping to get a glimpse of
the world for the last time. Nobody was around. I was in an unfurnished room all
by myself. Only the light bulb on the ceiling was my audience.
“So this is how
I die, huh?” I humored myself despite it all. Must have been the lack of oxygen in my brain. This would have been my last thought.
