I'm in a car. In front of a park I like to go to often. There's a big lake. It's sunny, the sky is blue, there is a gentle wind. I'm in the parking lot, fading out from an fatal overdose, watching the blue sky. Drifting away as I watch the blue sky and hear the kids squealing and laughing on the playground, the sun glistening on the lake, the clouds passing by.
Or, I'm in a field. I'm bleeding out in the grass. I'm drifting away as the sun sets.
3rd one, I'm on top of a building. A familiar one, I've been to the rooftop before. Except this time, I can do it. The door is unlocked. It's safe here. I can see the whole city. I can see it lit up, I can see the cars passing by, I can see the skyline, I can see the hills. I peer over first. I climb up onto the ledge. The concrete looks inviting. I'm so high up. I can see it all, I am so high up. It's okay now. It's going to stop. It's all going to be okay. I jump. I hit the ground. A pool of blood forms beneath me. I am under a white sheet. I am safe. I am okay. It's all okay. I've escaped the torture.