Patricia had forgotten what movie it was, but she remembered a line from a film she had watched a long time ago. It said that standing before death's door was a place of realization, regret, and clarity—a place of self-reflection.
There, a person would watch their life play before them. Some found peace in it; others found regret. But Patricia? She found anger she had never felt before — hatred that no one else could probably ever hold in their lifetime.
"I… kill you," she breathed out through gritted teeth, every breath feeling like stabbing pain in her lungs. Yet, she didn't stop as she slowly gazed up at the people towering over her beaten body.
