Am I dreaming? Or maybe… No, this can’t be happening! This obscurity, this obscurity that invades my soul and body, it appears not to be real.
Its cold, my body freezes over, resisting to perish this way. It has become almost impossible to breath, I feel as if my chest was bleeding at a slow pace. I’m wounded, my blood, it freezes as it slides over my extremities. I want to rise, run from this place, find an exit… but my legs do not respond.
Stranded in an immense obscurity it difficult me to observe a hint of light, a flash mattering not how insignificant it might be that could fill my heart with hope. Thought, now it could be meaning less given that my pupils have adapted to the shadows and I doubt that they would appreciate the light again.
The last time I heard a sound it came from the light. It was looking at me with care and between lips it told me no to worry anymore because I was going to a better place (I admit I never completely understood what it was trying to tell me). With tears running down her cheeks it gave me a kiss on my forehead before she disappear in the foreshadows.
“Why me, Why?!†– I began to question myself.
I began propose myself several hypothesis, which explained the situation in which I found myself. A moment came when I could not tell the difference between my thoughts and my screams. From inside me an anguish grew and an incomparable desperation.
“Could it be that my dementia is so advanced that it has become impossible to distinguish what I’m thinking inside from what I’m screaming looking for useless answers?â€
Maybe I’ve been here for a long time; it must be what has changed my attitude. Actually, it wouldn’t surprise me to know that I’ve been here months, years even. Here time only drags agony, suffering, anxiety, and obscurity. My body has gotten used to it.
I guess hell it’s incomparable with what I’m experiencing.  I do not know if I deserve this. If a wish was granted to me it would be a pair of wings to escape from this shadowy mist that has began to chew my skin (the pain is unbearable).
I made up my mind, I will no longer fight, I will let this end, and there is no sense in continuing…
At the moment that I was going to allow the shadows to take what was left of me, I heard one that repeated my name. It assured me that I would never again be alone. I closed my eyes, nothing else mattered, and nothing had meaning in my empty existence.
The voice wouldn’t let go, it repeated my name, and it almost begged me to stay in the fight. I stopped hearing the voice; I thought it was my end. Then I heard the voice again coming from within me.
“It’s not time yet.†It continued to tell me.
Then I opened my eyes. I was no longer surrounded by shadows. My wounds had disappeared.
I was lying down; as I tried to get up I realized I was in some short of closed box. From the distance I heard people crying and praying, I was confused. Then they threw something atop of the box, it was sand. I began to scream like a madman, I didn’t want to die in a coffin.