"Go, go!" I screamed, pure agony shooting through me at the slightest movement. The sound fell flat in gray, monochrome colours, suicidal words in a suicidal silence. My back arched, every cell seemingly etched and made of pain: burning, stabbing, white hot, yet someone colder than empty space, sliding emptily through my gut, cutting my heart from my body, my body from my soul.

And then, everything simply ended.