A Yūrei's Story

Is the end really the end?

Do you know what it feels like to be incapable of breath? To have your family slaughtered before your own eyes?
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I ran and ran, I continued running though I was weak and felt as if I was choking and incapable of breath. It felt like a white hot branding iron was being shoved down my throat and was burrowing into my lungs. I glanced back over my bloodied shoulder to see them following me, my kimono tattered and torn flowing behind me. I soon fell to my knees in front of a glistening lake, the moonlight making the water sparkle like fire flies dancing across the surface. A ghost of a smile crossing my face, that soon falls as I see red staining the freshly fallen blanket of white. A small sharp pain going through the right side of my chest. Then as I lay there in the shimmering snow, staining it's perfection with my impurities, I stared up to the twinkling night sky. Before everything faded out and became a black abyss of nothing...

Author's note: if you think I should write more plz let me know. This is my first published story so plz don't judge.