Darkness covers my eyes. I know now that in any minutes now I’m going to die. But in this dark I still see some light, and it approaching, getting nearer and nearer.
I’m not afraid, in matter of fact I feel right the opposite. I feel safe. This choice to letting you live instead of me feels okay, yes it feels great. You should not blame yourself for my actions; I was ready to give up life for you. You should know that, although you never cared.
So…? What next? Am I going to Heaven or Hell? Heaven should be nice; I’ve never done anything bad in my life… not as I can remember anyway. But if Hell wants me more, it’s fine for me. I’m curios about how Hells headmaster The Devil will look like? I’m so exited!
How much longer do I have to wait? I’ve been laying here in twelve minutes now. I can’t open my eyes, not either move or make a sound. Let’s call it that I’m somewhere between life and death. Come on Death, take me! This condition really bores me.
Yes Pauline, I can still hear you… No, I can’t respond… Yes, I know that you are sorry… No, I can’t feel you holding my hand… No, I can’t comfort you by saying everything is going to be all right… my goodness Pauline, I didn’t think you were that dumb!
Okay let me clear things out for you meantime I’m just laying here doing nothing waiting for the end; my name is Jonathan A. Beecee, I’m from upper Colorado and work as a janitor at one of the Earths biggest chocolate factory. I’m thirty-seven years old and still living by my parents. Not because I’m a namby-pamby, no it’s because that my apartment was blown up last Thursday. The third terrorist attack against me in a month. I don’t get it.
Now it seems like something finely are going to happen. The light is almost here by me now. Nearer… nearer… nearer… Come on, don’t stop… and keep on moving… like that… NO! No, don’t fail me now. Don’t turn back. I want to die. Please, come back and take me! I don’t want to go back to my dreary work… I want people to talk about how bravely and unselfishly I died, defending a woman. Please take me…
Huh, what’s this? I’m surrounded by white dressed peoples. Are they doctors? Are that Pauline and my parents standing over there with wetted hankies? That means I’m alive… and that means I’m not dead… BLAST!