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   I may have only been gone a month or two, but I've tried my hardest to consider what we know about Death. The tradjedy of it all is enough to make the guilty insane sociopaths and serial killers, and yet, some die peacefully amognst friends. There are a select group of people that believe you are tied to the Earth forever, and the other's say that we go to either Heaven or Hell. My version of Death is quite different...

   When you die, you have no knowledge of it. You simply find yourself in your home doing your normal routine. While in the middle of a task you hear a knock on your door. You step towads the door, but instantly feel the wieght of dread on your shoulders. You swallow a lump in your throat and continue on, each step brings on a new level of fear, until you can't stand it anymore. You want to run, but find your hand already on the doorknob. You try to let go, to run to the safety of your bed, but with every tug you give you hand burns more. You can no longer pull away. You have reached the point of no return.

   You cautiously open the door, inch by inch, to find a beautiful woman standing there. You simply stand there, awestruck by her apearance. Her hair is silver, with a tinge of white, and her skin is creamy and smooth. Her crimson lipsick reflects the light giving her lips a delicate glow, and her eyes, oh her eyes. They are mosly black, but have a collection of blue glitter in the middle, like fireworks in the middle of a winter night. The have the slightest hint of sadness though, especially for childern. Her dress is long and black, adorned with burgundy roses. She wears a choker necklace with a purple, broken heart dangling in the hollow of her throat. She smiles a sad smile and puts out her hand, saying nothing. You take it, and then you are in pitch black nothingness. You see a flash and she's there again. Without saying a word, she turns and something appears behind her. memories flash on a screen, showing your best and worst moments. All the times you laughed the loudest, everytime you grieved the worst, every important memory is seen and relived.

   After your memories stop playing, she turns to you, the same sad smile plastered on her glass doll face. She turns and walks away, leaving you behind, and if you try and run after her, she disappears completely. You are left to your thoughts, and slowly, you begin to recall your death. You are never to leave the emptyness of the abyss, and you will slowly, yet surely, desend into madness...

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   I may have only been gone a month or two, but I've tried my hardest to consider what we know about Death. The tradjedy of it all is enough to make the guilty insane sociopaths and serial killers, and yet, some die peacefully amognst friends. There are a select group of people that believe you are tied to the Earth forever, and the other's say that we go to either Heaven or Hell. My version of Death is quite different...

   When you die, you have no knowledge of it. You simply find yourself in your home doing your normal routine. While in the middle of a task you hear a knock on your door. You step towads the door, but instantly feel the wieght of dread on your shoulders. You swallow a lump in your throat and continue on, each step brings on a new level of fear, until you can't stand it anymore. You want to run, but find your hand already on the doorknob. You try to let go, to run to the safety of your bed, but with every tug you give you hand burns more. You can no longer pull away. You have reached the point of no return.

   You cautiously open the door, inch by inch, to find a beautiful woman standing there. You simply stand there, awestruck by her apearance. Her hair is silver, with a tinge of white, and her skin is creamy and smooth. Her crimson lipsick reflects the light giving her lips a delicate glow, and her eyes, oh her eyes. They are mosly black, but have a collection of blue glitter in the middle, like fireworks in the middle of a winter night. The have the slightest hint of sadness though, especially for childern. Her dress is long and black, adorned with burgundy roses. She wears a choker necklace with a purple, broken heart dangling in the hollow of her throat. She smiles a sad smile and puts out her hand, saying nothing. You take it, and then you are in pitch black nothingness. You see a flash and she's there again. Without saying a word, she turns and something appears behind her. memories flash on a screen, showing your best and worst moments. All the times you laughed the loudest, everytime you grieved the worst, every important memory is seen and relived.

   After your memories stop playing, she turns to you, the same sad smile plastered on her glass doll face. She turns and walks away, leaving you behind, and if you try and run after her, she disappears completely. You are left to your thoughts, and slowly, you begin to recall your death. You are never to leave the emptyness of the abyss, and you will slowly, yet surely, desend into madness...