I kept my teary eyes focused on the table. I sensed the man walk past me. For a moment I thought I would be ok as long as I stayed away from the man. So I got up. I got up to run to my love. I stretched my legs and looked across the room to him. He too had a saddened look on his face. There was also shear terror in it. I think he knew what was going to happen too. I wanted to call out to him but I had no breath, and then I sensed a face close behind my head. I could tell he was sniffing my hair. This man behind me was trying to act gentle. Just like my love. He wasn’t good at it though. I watched my love’s eyes widen; he seemed to be in slow motion. It looked like he wanted to move but couldn’t. Everyone knows why.
I hardly noticed the blade enter my back at first. It felt only like a little bump. When I felt it get yanked out, I knew what it was. I didn’t feel the pain of being stabbed, but I felt sadness and the unique feeling of my life slipping away. It’s an undeniable feeling as you die. Time slowed down as I felt the blade enter my back some more times. I was very worried at first, but as things happened I soon realized it would all be ok. My body became numb, and I could no longer move. I was paralyzed. Did he strike a nerve in my back, or was this typical of when you are dying? I was not sure. I did not care either. I seemed to float as my body fell forward in slow motion. Like a tower tipping over I remained straight, but I kept my head up. I watched my love running towards me the whole time, and when I saw him the horror ended for me. I was overcome with a wave of peace and awareness. I was going to die, but it would be ok. I felt nothing when I hit the hard floor. In fact it was like landing softly on pillows to me. I knew the man with the grin was still stabbing me but I stopped feeling it. I accepted my death and played along almost. I could soon hear my love above me. Conquering the evil man to try to save me. I could barely hear the commotion. As my love turned me over I could feel my body was a mess. It was badly broken and my blood was everywhere. He was crying on me. I felt bad for him. I glanced at him one more time then shut my eyes and let death finish its course. I could feel my spirit leaving my body. It was very tingly. It felt like sliding out of a diving suit almost. I could not see anything; all was black for the time being. When the last part of my energy was free from my body I felt a mighty wind gush into me and take me up high. I experienced going through the tunnel to the white light in the end. It was amazing. I never felt so free, so fresh, so exhilarated. The white light grew until it covered all my view and I could see nothing but white. As for what came next I will keep it a secret, you will find out what happens on your own someday.
I returned. My eyes were shut, and my arms were wrapped around my chest and shoulders. I felt like I was standing but my feet were not touching any ground. I let my eyes slowly slip open. A crow sitting in a tree was what appeared in my view. The tree was completely bare; dead of life, but the crow was there. I raised my right arm in the air and stretched my hand. I looked at it, and then down to my body and legs. I was an apparition, slightly glowing, but permeable. I looked back to the crow and began moving towards him. I moved not by physical means, but by the will to move. The crow was calling, to whom I didn’t know. My fingers grew closer to it and when they touched his feathers he flew away, making the branch flick up and down passing through my arm. My attention was then taken by something else.
