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I remember hearing that drowning was the most peaceful way to die. I went my whole life believing it, and thought about testing the results myself a couple times after the accident. The accident...He wouldn't have saved me anyway. I mean, he would have wanted to... I'm sure... have you ever seen lightning in a person? have your ever felt it? I remember thinking that maybe if I was an artist you'd love me half as much. Maybe. ...I fall into this place... this horrifyingly alluring place, where the cadence of his voice ties my wrists behind my back... His eyes are black, I learned. I used to listen, sometimes, very closely, and I could hear the ocean wavering against the walls behind them, longing to crack the surface. They never did, of course. He knew better than that. He knew better than to mix water with electricity. Maybe that's why I wasn't enough. God's violent storms would often form on Crimson stained skin, but none of them as wide and as beautiful as to have lightning. Maybe I have felt it before, in a dream, or maybe I imagined the feeling when I felt it strike my face. I think I did once, actually. When lightning kisses your shoulders it is bound to burn, right? God, I don't think I've ever seen a room so dark.

How long have we been awake?