So, I´m a corpse now. Took me a few minutes to figure out doe. You may think: hey! if you die wouldn't you know pretty instantly? With all the pain and stuff? Nope!... Well, at least with my death, it was quite painless. From one second to the next I just collapsed, right in the middle of the sidewalk. Like a wet bag of potatoes. A fashionable bag of potatoes if I do say so myself. But a bag nonetheless.
At first I thought someone pushed me. Then, when I was unable to pick myself up and was unable to move my limbs, I thought maybe someone stabbed my spine? Paralyzing me and preventing my mind from receiving pain signals. But when I was incapable of moving my eyes I started panicking... not really doe. I was frighteningly calm.
Then the peoples shoes came into view. Walking all around me. Panicking. Checking for a pulse, I think. It´s hard to tell with me being unable to feel their touch. When they started shouting: "She got no pulse! Call an ambulance!" (But not for me! ...wait, yes for me!) I knew I was fucked. Royally fucked.
As my Grandma used to say: "One does not simply Fall down, unable to feel anything, unable to move their eyelids, watching as people around you started panicking. Calling for help. While you are incapable of reassuring them. You do not do that, I think."
The ambulance ride 3 minutes later was weird. They keep giving me Chest compression's, and shocking me with the defibrill- thingy while shouting: "Stay with me!", yeah dude, I am staying with you...don´t know how I´m doing that doe.
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After what felt like 10 minutes, but was probably 4, they decided to declared me dead. That sucks. I´m pretty sure I just ruined their day. With them being unable to save someone, that´s gotta be coming up in a conversation with their loved ones or therapist. Do Emergency worker get free counselling? They probably do...right? If not, they should. They closed my eyes by the way. So no visual input for this gal! YAY!
This was getting Boring, and terrifying. How long was it 15 minutes? 8? 30? What if it takes longer for my conscience to snuff out? What if it doesn't? What if I´m stuck like this forever? Will I start seeing again if my eyelids rot of? even without my eyes? How am I thinking right now anyways? They said I was Brain dead? What happens to the thinking place where the thinking stuff happens, when it doesn´t do the thinking stuff?
Just when I was starting contemplating the fucked up nature of whats gonna happen to me I saw this creature. This fucked up star looking thing... Kind of cute actually. It had two tiny wings! And a few Japanese talisman looking things hanging from its head. And what looked to be a closed eye on its belly. Now that I´m looking at it... it is looking kind of familiar, then I heard it:
~Jiiiii~
That´s fucking Jirachi! The wish Pokemon thingy! Am I delusional? What the Yellow fuck Is happening right now? Did someone from the Pokemon universe wish death upon me? WHY? HOW? HUH?
And then I started tripping balls. I could smell shapes, taste emotions and see colors. I started spinning! but not in the fun way! not in the xyz-achses spin, but in the inside out spin, my organs and skin were continuously switching places! At least that´s what it felt like and all that without feeling the least bit of pain!
And just as suddenly as it started, it ended. And I could feel again! and see! and hear! just a little too much. A lot too much actually! Holy shit why is the light so fucking bright! why are the shadow creatures so loud! and why is my skin feeling so raw and painful! The first thing I did with my refound ability to communicate is to start fucking screaming in pain.