The Ayamatta family sat by their relative's bedside, weeping and hopeful for signs of life. "Please baby…" Mom laid a gentle hand on her unresponsive leg.
Chikara Ayamatta. her apartment was broken into in the middle of the night, and in protection of her home, she checked to see what was the matter, as her heart became so overridden with fear she fell to the floor in a deep comatose state.
She began to shake violently in her bed, and her heartbeat quickened. Death surrounds my heartbeat slowing down. The doctors rushed in to help her, and failed their job. Mom wailed, being held back by Dad from coming to her child's side. "Chikara!" she cried into her father's chest, broken by seeing her daughter dying.
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I stood over my body, watching the doctors open my gown, desperately trying to keep me alive. I had so much more to do. Mom was hitting Dad and crying, begging the doctors to try harder, hell, to try anything. The flatline pierced the room with its squeal, bringing the reality onto my mother that I was truly dead. I closed my eyes, realizing I was finally dead. A nurse sighed and check her watch, pulling the tube and announcing, "Time of death, 11:03 p.m."
I sat on the curb outside the hospital, watching them take my body to the morgue. The streetlights flickered as I took a frustrated sigh. I fixed the part in my hair and looked around through the night, thinking of learning how to ride a bike here or trick-or-treating on there very streets. A woman in a black kimono appeared before me as I affixed my gaze on the streets.
"Time for me to go already? You are just on the ball today, aren't you?" I comedically remarked. She didn't seem amused, and started to withdraw her blade. She ran her fingers gingerly across the hilt. "Make it quick… please." I begged as she nodded, and I welcomed a bright light as she tapped the hilt gently to my forehead.