my best life 07.03.17.245A

I reached into one of my unpacked suitcases next to me
on the floor and found my pocket knife. I held it in my
hand as the blade gleamed with light from a street lamp
outside my window.
My instinct for self-preservation began to choke my
breathe as I held the knife in front of me. I could hear the
rumbling of thunder getting louder as the storm outside
was approaching.
I felt as though I was on a threshold and with one swift
action my emotional pain would be gone. My hands were
shaking as I thought about God, my mother, my life… I
just wanted the pain to stop.
Suddenly there was a white flash that shook the condo.
I fell to my side dropping the knife, my body shaking
violently as though I had just avoided falling off a cliff.
Lightning from the storm had struck less than a quarter
mile away and had filled my room with a blinding light.
Time suddenly seemed to slow and as strange as it may
sound, for a few seconds I couldn’t hear anything.
Then I felt it, someone else was in the room with me. My
senses became intensely sharp as I could feel that I was no
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