July Cartwright DP (solo)
Nov 6, 2014 19:47:41 GMT -5
Post by Loki on Nov 6, 2014 19:47:41 GMT -5
When one of the giant killer rats had darted in and bitten her leg, July had been thrown off balance, stumbling and falling to her knees, and that is when the other vile creature attacked and savaged her neck. Suddenly July could see a bright spray of blood pumping from her throat, and though she clutched the awful wound with her hand, there was nothing she could do to stanch the rapid loss of blood.
Death by rats.
Before half a minute had passed, July's eyelids were fluttering as she shivered from the sudden cold and swayed side to side on her knees until she simply fell over onto her side, too weak to move.
How pathetic, to end like this.
July felt shame and terror, she felt tears in her eyes and did not care, she no longer had to make an impression for anyone, not even her family; as much as she loved them, she was dying, and they were watching, and there was nothing she could do about that. A sudden surge of guilt for letting them down - for a moment she was distracted from this thing happening to her body, but only for a second, and she bit her lip trying not to whimper. Most of what July felt had become the all-pervasive coldness. Her wounds barely hurt anymore.
So this is what dying is like.
July felt a few tears burning her face, boiling hot compared to her icy skin, and she whispered an inaudible "So sorry. Love you." Maybe they could read her lips, she hoped, vaguely, for a long moment, and then that, too, was gone, as July's eyes fluttered shut.
They would not open again.
Thoughts of family had fled, all July knew was that she was dying, aware only dimly of her thudding heartbeats beating slower, of her gasps for air, her burning lungs and freezing veins. She tried to think of those she loved, and failed. There were no more thoughts. She sank deeper into the black, the cold deep grayness that became all she was or ever had been.
Finale.
July took a final breath, and then simply never took another as she shuddered one last time while her heart finally stopped beating. There was nothing else - all July had been, all she had known, or questioned, or loved, was simply... gone. There was no bright white light hovering above July to call her home. There was only a sensation of floating above her body, dissociated from it, and then there was nothing but nothing.
The end.
Death by rats.
Before half a minute had passed, July's eyelids were fluttering as she shivered from the sudden cold and swayed side to side on her knees until she simply fell over onto her side, too weak to move.
How pathetic, to end like this.
July felt shame and terror, she felt tears in her eyes and did not care, she no longer had to make an impression for anyone, not even her family; as much as she loved them, she was dying, and they were watching, and there was nothing she could do about that. A sudden surge of guilt for letting them down - for a moment she was distracted from this thing happening to her body, but only for a second, and she bit her lip trying not to whimper. Most of what July felt had become the all-pervasive coldness. Her wounds barely hurt anymore.
So this is what dying is like.
July felt a few tears burning her face, boiling hot compared to her icy skin, and she whispered an inaudible "So sorry. Love you." Maybe they could read her lips, she hoped, vaguely, for a long moment, and then that, too, was gone, as July's eyes fluttered shut.
They would not open again.
Thoughts of family had fled, all July knew was that she was dying, aware only dimly of her thudding heartbeats beating slower, of her gasps for air, her burning lungs and freezing veins. She tried to think of those she loved, and failed. There were no more thoughts. She sank deeper into the black, the cold deep grayness that became all she was or ever had been.
Finale.
July took a final breath, and then simply never took another as she shuddered one last time while her heart finally stopped beating. There was nothing else - all July had been, all she had known, or questioned, or loved, was simply... gone. There was no bright white light hovering above July to call her home. There was only a sensation of floating above her body, dissociated from it, and then there was nothing but nothing.
The end.
