Die Quickly

The Crown 

Everything simply…stops. 

For some unfathomable reason, Everything is slow, so painfully slow that I feel like it will be an eternity before I finally hit the ground. The harsh raindrops are slamming against my face so hard that they sting, but the pain is also registering in my system too slowly. 

But my mind is oddly clear at this moment…or rather, blank. I can think nothing, remember no one. I just have these eight letters and three words in my mind. I am dying.

Is this some kind of torture? Not letting me die quickly? Maybe the God of death is giving me some time before I die to reflect on the sins I committed. And this is unnerving because to his information I am not giving him the pleasure to see me suffer before I die. 

Can't I just die quickly? 

No, You can't, dumbass.