Authors note: Okay, so most important. This chapter is my story character talking, not me. It's her beliefs, not mine. Please don't be offended by what I said, you'll understand when you read it what I am talking about. My beliefs aren't the same as hers.. Second, I'm not entirely positive where I'm going with this story yet, I have ideas. So bare with me. I have a hard time staying motivated with a story, so please review to let me know what you think and to keep me motivated. I accept insults and criticism, so go ahead and post them. I won't be offended. I take insults as compliments c:
Death. That's my greatest fear. Not really the dying part its self, but mainly the part that happens afterwards. What's so frightening about it, is that no one knows what happens. If anything happens. A lot of people believe there's a heaven and a loving God waiting for us when we die, some believe we become part of the earth, as a tree, or an ant. But what if there's nothing? What if when we die, it just all goes black, and then nothing.
That's my biggest fear, to die and there be nothing. I'd honestly rather go to the Christians hell and burn for all eternity. It sounds crazy, but at least it's something. We, people, are forever plagued with the unknown, and oblivion. Some of us try to avoid it, and it never ends well for those people.
Take Allen Pogner as an example. Hardly anyone knows about him. In the early 1970's, he developed a serum that could keep the body from growing old or getting sick. Well, at least it was supposed to. He gave the serum to himself, eager to avoid death. What happened is he ended up being allergic to a chemical in his own formula, so he died of an allergic reaction.
The point is, no one can avoid death. It's impossible. We're just animals who are born to reproduce, raise our young, and die so the cycle can repeat. It's actually kind of sick when you think about it. If there is a God, and I'm not saying there's not, he's a sick bastard. Good people die every day, and then psychopathic murders and rapists live to see one hundred. No offense to any Christians out there, you have your opinion and I have mine.
Death is inevitable, and that's really the only thing we know about death. It's probably all we ever will know. You can't document what happens to someone after they die, like where their spirit goes or if they just fade into oblivion. I personally don't want to know. Kind of like when you eat Chinese food, you're not entirely sure of what you're eating, but you don't really care what it is as long as no one tells you.
I never wanted to die, and I always had nightmares of it. Sometimes it's all I could think about, was how much I didn't want to die.
But that all changed on April 3rd, 2004.