Instead of flashing to another memory like usual, this time I felt like I was floating off the ground, hovering in place almost as if I was levitating, and then the lights came back up. Her face almost instantly welled up with tears as she started panicking, not knowing what to do next. I tried to say something, but all I could do was try to catch my breath, me hitting my head on the ground didn’t help much either as I was borderline passing out. It’s said that your life flashes before your eyes before you die, and mine did just that, with the good memories and the bad. I could hear a lot of rustling and a crowd of people around me, but it was like I was pinned to the ground, unable to move for the life of me. “Call 911!” I yelled to noone in particular while I had a chance to say something. Then as quick as they came, the memories faded out, but not calmly, they left with the illusion of being set on fire, like a metaphor of my life going
