Crimson...
That was the color of the red hot liquid that came seeping out of my open wound, I tried to cover it with my hand...
No good, it kept pouring out...
"I... Dont wanna die-"
It burned, it felt as if someone was holding a blowtorch to my torso, I coughed up blood, my throat stung.
"Not yet-"
I had a dream, a dream I knew I could never ever accomplish, but...
It was the only reason I wanted to live in the first place.
"God... Please-"
Then, I died.
But... Then I saw HIM.