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The sound{chapter ten}

The sound of death is in my ears. Creeping up behind me... breathing heavily as if to make sure i know he's coming.

The ring of that bell can be ever so comforting in the weirdest ways. I've been waiting for this... a part of me isn't ready but the rest always will.

heavy steps are nearing. Walking with a purpose... unlike me. The steps of death are only herd by me, siting alone in the bathroom floor.

The door opens A-jar and suddenly I don't want to go. I want to see my family grow... even die. I want to smile once more.... I can't go like this, it's not what I worked so hard for.

But it's to late... I couldn't move nor speak.... I was already gone... my body left to rot till the next one cleaned it up.

"I wasn't scared of death till i faced it"
-same...