CHAPTER 75

Darkness swallowed Drake after that moment of intense, excruciating pain. He remembered feeling immense pressure on his head and sharp pain mixed in. Felt blood too. It had been coming down the sides of his head and his nose. He thought maybe his eyes too but those might’ve been tears he’d felt. He remembered begging, actually begging his sister, for his life. That was a stain on himself he knew he would never have been able to live down. Fortunately, he was able to think to himself, that didn’t seem to matter anymore. He was dead. If I'm dead, then why the fuck am I thinking so hard? It was a fair question, he reasoned. Shouldn’t there be nothing but infinite darkness and nothing else? Shouldn't he not even be aware? Or, if all the zealots were correct and the gods were real, shouldn't there be some eternal damnation meant for him? Nothing but suffering and torment? He knew enough about himself to know he hadn’t been good enough in life to where he deserved some kind of heavenly rew