[ WP ] The air left my lungs

The air left my lungs, and I died. 
 
 I felt it coming. Not in that `` life flashing before your eyes way,'' but in that `` ohshitohfuckisthishappeningshitfuckshit'' way that you ca n't really describe, only poorly try to portray. 
 
 I suppose it had to happen eventually. I was in the hospital for a while after I was jumped by that guy. It's strange the amount of damage a fist can do to internal organs. You'd think that if the human body was so wonderful, it would be better at protecting itself from itself. 
 
 Being dead is n't so bad. It's just kind of... nothingness. No harps and angels, no demons and damnation, just... existence. You become a passive observer. You can still see the human world, it's just, you're not there anymore. 
 
 I was alone when I died. 
 
 I've watched a lot of people die in this hospital. Alone, like I was. 
 
 They look like me. Scared. They know it's coming too. 
 
 And then, when they finally get to this plane of... simply being, they look surprised, then disappointed. 
 
 We do n't talk to each other. Sometimes we acknowledge each other, but usually we just pass each other by. 
 
 After all, there's more of us than there are of you. By you, I mean people who are still alive. 
 
 Does that mean that we are more real than you are? 
 
 Does n't matter. Do n't worry, you'll find your way here eventually. We all will, one day. And then there will be nothing left to watch.
