That didn't happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.
I go to seek a Great Perhaps.
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.