This is it  . Lucy couldn’t help but think that she was dying. The searing hot pain was becoming unbearable. Her bones felt broken, her heart was beating out of her chest, she was blinded by the rain and spots in her vision. Nothing made sense, no clear thought came to her aside from  this is it.  The sound of the storm drowned out around her, and as she let out one last breath, she could have sworn she was floating. There was no rain, no shouting, no more burning pain. Everything was light and airy and quiet.  I’m dead. There was no other explanation. 