I've Died! Have You Ever Died?

This was the worst death I could remember since I was 14 years old. That day, I watched with my own eyes as someone cut me open but I couldn't stop it. Out of body, I stretched out my illusory palm and could only pass through that blurry figure. Under the bright shadowless light, my blood blended with those dark brown blood stains. The scalpel in his or her hand is shining coldly, reflecting a sick smile, and he keeps talking to himself. "They... You... Are... Special... With your own hands... Come and see!" I crossed the operating table and came to the opposite side, but I still couldn't see his face clearly, as if something was confusing my consciousness. Powerless, I subconsciously drifted towards the rented apartment. I could only find the people I trusted the most to help me and make me live again. "3 Days! I only have 3 days! Only you can help me now!"