As soon as I saw the spider, I knew I couldn't fight. So I ran, ran harder and faster than I ever had in my life. But too fast, because soon I was falling, falling down a hill. I heard a dull thunking sound, that I thought might have been my head hitting a rock. I couldn't be sure, because I didn't feel feel and pain. Not now. Just soft waves of blackness lapping gently against my broken form, then fading away again, like the tide, and gradually my conciseness slipped out with them.
The next thing I was conscious of was lying on a firm mattress, swathed in heated blankets and with a hard little pillow under my head. There were people talking, too. I caught phrases like, "Too late," and " maximum of 24 hours to live," and "sorry for your loss". My chest constricting with panic, I realized that they were talking about me. "But I'm not dead yet!" I wanted to cry out. But before I could, I heard a worse sound then the lethal phrases referring to me; sobbing. Horrible, heart- breaking, shameless sobbing. My mother's sobbing. My mother's tears. My mother's tears for me.
So I opened my eyes and whispered as loud as I could- which was still not very audible- "Don't worry about me." My mom looked up, the tears still streaming down her face. "Maybe I will die," I continued, "But I'll still be with you." My mother smiled, and as she did, years of pain and grief and stress seemed to wash away from her heart, right before my eyes. As she smiled, I closed my eyes once, I closed them forever in eternal sleep.
So how am I I able to type this if I'm dead? Heaven has computers, you know!
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