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.