[ WP ] The inner monologue of a suicidal man who has just been stabbed by a criminal and is slowly bleeding to death .

This is n't the way I wanted to die. 
 
 I wanted the world to slowly fade as I lay in bed, empty pill bottle in my hand, half-full glass of water on the nightstand, watching the birds fly and the squirrels play outside the window. 
 
 I wanted the waves to present my body as a gift to the pure white sands of the beach, giving the gulls something to amuse themselves with. 
 
 I wanted my hanging corpse to be the focus of a breathtaking, somber sight, a broken man in a pristine world. 
 
 And yet, here I am, on the ground, rolling in a pool of thick, hot blood. It hurts. I never wanted pain, I wanted relief. 
 
 Out of all of the people in the world, out of everyone who ever hurt me, I hated this man the most. 
 
 I watched him go through my drawers, comforted by the fact that there was nothing of value he had access to. He would leave disappointed. 
 
 I... 
 I've sunk so low, the only comfort I can take out of this would be my murderer's slight inconvenience. 
 
 Let death take me at any time now. I could n't stand another moment with my own thoughts to keep me company.
