Everything Went Dark

You don't need milk. You just want more pie. If only you knew that the milk had the antidote to the poison that was in your pie. You clutch your stomach as you attempt to resist the urge to vomit. Your attempts fail. However, you don't vomit things you would normally vomit. You vomit blood. And you did it again. Oh god, that was really painful. You were aching for help. You were dying and it wasn't peaceful. You were cramping. You wanted it all to stop. And finally, you fall forwards and don't get back up. Everything went dark.