A luminous place. But the light is far from warm and reassuring. There is a steel table, it's disinfected and cold.
A child is brought in. He is sick, pale, scared and confused.
He doesn't know the tall humans that brought him in.
He feels alone.
Tears roll down his cheeks.
His executors wear pale blue robes, protection glasses and a mask. Their features can't be seen, there is no trace of humanity.
He is lifted up and laid down on the table. It's uncomfortable.
He starts crying harder, fearing What's to come. But he is silent.
'It's not curable' his mom told him.
They didn't have the money to pay for his treatment anymore. It couldn't go on like that.
'We can't bear to see you suffer' his parents said.
He was scared in an unfamiliar place, with strangers. Nothing to hold, no one to hold him. It was uncomfortable, everything was so cold.
The child didn't want to go like that.
He pleaded and begged, prayed and hoped for a better death.
Yet.
The needle pricked his neck.
As the darkness invaded his senses, his eyes slowly closed.
He cried his last tears, sighed his last breath.
As life was leaving him behind, all he felt was fear and hard cold steel, this moment rendered eternal by his death.