I saw the last few hours of my life. Replayed to me like a slide show. A movie of events, time didn't exist. I was going, so close. I saw my family. I saw her. I saw my cat. I saw my school and my friend. I saw myself. I watched the film for what felt like forever. I was exhausted. And relief was coming to me. I was slowly decaying. I remember awaking in a strange white room. Like the one I had seen in my dreams. Unable to move, strapped down. A bad move. Sometimes I wish they never came home. I don't remember them finding me. I don't remember the sirens. I don't remember shouting. I see it all in my dreams sometimes. I see myself dying. I see the puddle of vomit. I feel the sunshine on my skin. It was a beautiful day. Lovely weather for October. I never saw the end of that month. I woke up in a deep haze. The month was September. And I was mentally ill. What did you see?