Scattered glass. Damp ground. Blue lights, red lights, blue lights, red lights. Never ending, reflecting from the ground I see before me. They're almost hypnotising, but silent, I'm unable to see past the colourful blurs and blocked out rummaging around me.
I believe we die alone, we're born alone, everything inbetween is some illusion. It's horrendous to think like that, so I've been told. My life's slowing down, allowing me to catch up finally.
I close my eyes, the lights glowing on my face flicker behind my eyelids, sending me into a painless sleep.

Notes

This is a prologue, I have this really planned out. Don't worry the chapters are going to be a lot longer! Also, please sub/rate/comment, it really does help! x