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Fighting, yelling.

Oh, no!

Something's wrong.

I can't breathe.

I'm bleeding.

It hurts.

My eyes are glazing.

I'm cold.

Is this what dying feels like?

Why is it so painful?

Will I be missed?

Which side will I go to?

Heaven? Hell?

I wish for heaven.

I want the see the light and feel the warmth.

But what if I go to hell?

Will I burn?

No, I won't because it wasn't my fault.

Everything's fading... going black.

What is that?

I feel something.

Heat... good or bad?

Light... oh, what sweet light.

I'm at the gates of my new home.

Heaven.