"Heaven or Hell?" That is what death said to me.
I raised my face up to him, eyes hollowed and sad. The skin remained unwrinkled at barely twenty three. I had never smoked a day in my life never even had a sip of beer. Yet here I was, being asked where to go. All because my boyfriend, the man I loved so dearly, had killed me in a fit of anger.
I was dead, because the unfailing truth of the matter was: we all die, black or white, young or old. We all die, in either filthy poverty or unhappy riches.
Maybe it was for the best. Our world had been such a dreary place. A place where only pretend happiness lived.
A place where parents beat their children.
Man killed man.
Love cheated with another.
"Why go to heaven, when I already live in hell?"
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What Death Said To Me
HorrorDeath said to me three words. I answered with a question.