The more death stared at me the lighter every inch of my body felt, gradually I could hear my breath getting thin and louder. On the inside I was screaming like a dying animal but my ears couldn't hear any sound from my lips.

My eyesight got blurry and darker and even though it was hurting me badly, my over pressurized brain couldn't process nor understand what kind of pain this was. " Could dying itself be a different kind of pain that's not physically or mentally or Is it just a combination of all kinds of pain " I asked nobody in particular but myself.

Memories of all sorts both the ones that made sense, no sense and little sense were flowing through me like high pressure water from an overhead tank, soon I could hardly tell the differences between a voice, an image, sounds, taste and every little basic thing a child knows.

I could feel my soul slipping through my body and taken up by gravity's pull, everything got darker and darker till no light could be found before, behind and around me. Walking through a dark cold tunnel wasn't as scary as this was, I could wet my pants if only i could feel my bladder anymore.

Then all of a suddenly a sharp light flashed through my eyes, it was so bright and intense that I thought that it was God's light welcoming me to the other side of the afterlife. As I opened my eye again the intensity of the light went down and I was able to look around, lo and behold. . .

I was in my room, on my bed with my bedsheet soaked with sweat, though my body was insanely hot. My room was cold like a grave yard, that was when I realized I was so lost in my thoughts that I had began to drown in my the ocean of my mind and was losing consciousness.

The truth is death is scary, dying is scarier but the worst of it all is to die without having your name in God's book of Life.

The End😁

Daniel Israel
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