“Darkness. It was swallowing me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see. My limbs were as light as air. Reduced to atoms? I was floating. I was at peace. I closed my eyes and let it come. No more pain, no more suffering, just air. All around me, taking up the space of my body.” PainReflectionDeath And DyingAfterlifeFirst Person NarrativeDying Young Author:Kaylie Fowler