I noticed it the day I drowned. The water was icy cold and I'm not sure if I died of hypothermia or drowning first.
I noticed it the next time when a blade was shoved through my chest. The excruciating pain like a thousand fires setting off in my stomach at once.
I can't die.
Waking up again, to the world of the living is hell. Everything hurts one thousand times more. It's in it's own way, like dying again.
It's a never ending cycle. Never stopping. Never ceasing. Never dying.