The Climax.

I felt raw. I felt as if I'd been sliced open, haphazardly, with blood and guts and everything gore spilling out and onto anything that I touched and anywhere I went. I was plagued and diseased and yet so numb that any form of self pity couldn't even be contrived. I grasped at my chest in a futile attempt to find any sort of existence. Life, it seemed, had been slipping away, and finally, at this moment, ceased.