Realizing that he might want to take me away, I couldn’t help but clench my hands and poke my palms with my fingertips to stay conscious.
It didn’t take long for the elevator doors to open and he picked me up directly, bumping me along the way. I originally thought I would be thrown into the car and taken to some dark room to be finally interrogated, as had happened.
But when a strong cold air came towards me, I was frozen awake for a few minutes.
The weather in September, although cold, but not so cold that the bones can feel this cold, this cold almost below ZERO.
A word suddenly popped into my head, “Morgue!”
At the bottom of the elevator, not only the parking lot, but also the morgue.
Moreover, this is a hospital, the temperature in the parking lot can’t be any lower than zero.
Under the stimulation of the cold, I found some consciousness, opened my eyes, could not help but fight a cold war, surrounded by a blanket of white, the morgue also placed on the corpse that did not enter the cabinet, covered with a white cloth.
I was removed from the man’s shoulders, and then heard the sound of ice moving.
A few seconds later, I felt like I was put into a container that was extraordinarily cold.
With a creaking sound, I was pushed into a confined space now.
What was left of my sanity and information told me that I had been put into a colder place, a cooler for corpses.
Out of my body’s instinctive desire to survive, my body began to want to help, but even so, I could only raise my hand to touch the edge of the freezer, no strength to hit, or even make a sound.
The fear of death began to spread through all the nerves in my body, and I knew that if no one came to save me, I would die, and that no one would know for a long time after my death.
But who, in the end, hated me so much that they had to go this far?
I thought about all the people around me and could never find the answer.
The body has already started the most primitive reaction, the shivering reaction that is sent out when it receives cryogenic stimulation, but the magnitude is not large.
All I could feel was the rhythm of the blood starting to slow down.
It was ridiculous.
How I never thought I would end up dying in this way.
Olivia’s several calculating threats, Luna’s ruthlessness and poison, Zuy’s escape from death, all these past, I did not die.
But in the end, I was killed in this extremely simple and immovable way.
I really did not dream of it.
I need to see Clariana, I have not explained to her why I suddenly left without saying goodbye, have not given her a good hug and told her that no matter what happens to me, she must grow up well and happily.
I haven’t visited Folly’s children, I haven’t called Samuel and Luna a mom and dad, I haven’t cooked a meal for them, I haven’t told them that I don’t actually resent them.
I haven’t told Dennis that I actually really, really love him, I haven’t told him that I actually really want to give him a child, I haven’t told him that I’m actually really looking forward to us having a big wedding.
I still have too much, too many things left to do, I don’t want to die yet, I don’t want to freeze to death.
The cold was biting, and my consciousness was clear enough to hear my own rapid breathing and even the sound of the nuisance refrigeration in the freezer.
I wanted to open my mouth to call for help, but could not make a sound, the cold above my head began to spread, I could clearly feel the cold on my forehead into the bones, and then my nerves began to hurt, and then numb.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a few short minutes. This feeling of waiting silently for death was too bad.
What was left of my consciousness began to get tired and blurred, and I suddenly thought of a quote I read a long time ago, where someone said that there are three kinds of real death in the world.
One is when breathing stops, arms and legs stiffen, and body and consciousness separate; this kind of death is physical.
The second kind is being declared dead, when the voice that stops breathing lies in a hospital bed and is told that you are dead.
The last kind is oblivion, at this point of death, is when your body and consciousness both disappear, and finally all information about your existence in the world is emptied, slowly being forgotten by your relatives and friends and children begin to forget, and finally disappear completely.
I seem to be experiencing the first kind of death at this time, the sound of breathing, no, the sound of the heart beating began to faint, I can hardly feel my own breathing.
Perhaps, this time is really doomed …
I was about to close my eyes and resign myself to this, when I suddenly heard a loud crash, I was shocked, and then felt the sense of vibration caused by the freezer being smashed.
The sound was urgent and anxious, the force was heavier than the other, and the moment I felt the white light, I seemed to see a long, jade-like figure, enveloping me.
This moment, I do not know how to describe the emotions in my heart, mixed with too much.
The cabinet was pulled open with a jerk, the temperature was still very low, but I could clearly feel that the temperature seemed to ease up.
I could feel my body, which had been numbed to the point of near hardening, being held by a pair of strong arms, and then being held tightly in the arms of someone who was giving me heat.
The sudden warmth made me almost impatient to get closer, there was a familiar smell coming from me, and I wanted to call out to him.
But not a word could come out.
The phrase, Dennis, thank you. I never said it.
Because it was him, I suddenly relaxed in my heart, closed my eyes, and fell into a deep coma.
This sleep over, I had a long dream, dream of a very beautiful-looking woman holding a baby, walking in the snow for a long time, until she could not walk, she put down the child in her arms, she knelt in the snow, kissing the child, touching the child crying heartily.
Later, she still put down the child and went away alone, the baby crying in the snow, the sound was extraordinarily desolate.
I wanted to see it, but I don’t know what happened, everything disappeared.
I dreamed of the old acacia tree from my childhood, and the swing set under it, with Grandma pushing the swing and singing the songs I loved as a child.
Then Grandma disappeared and I saw a long, happy figure waving towards me in a sea of people.
I walked towards him, and before I could see his face clearly, I was scattered by the surging crowd.
Later, I was having the same dream over and over again. The man in the dream I knew was Dennis, but every time I reached out to pull him, he would disappear.
After countless repetitions I got anxious and tried desperately to grab him, but finally a hand held me tightly in a daze.
Someone in my ear was calling me, “Clara.”