…My ears rang. Yet I could also hear it as a voice, trying to tell me something.
Slumping down in the chair, I looked up. The ceiling began to warp into whiteness. Wanting to check the time, I looked to where the clock should have been, but the numbers were black blots, squirming around like bugs; it wouldn’t tell me anything useful.
I knew this scene well. I could still never forget that day.
“…I will end this,” I muttered to no one in particular, shutting my eyes.
There was no end in sight to the ringing. The voice seemed to get increasingly louder.