When I was young I died, but I grew up and lived, until I died. I died a horrible and painful death, the worst way to go. I was flying an aeroplane until I got shot; the bullet flew past my face, bounced of the wall and shot me in the arm. I fell to the floor when the engines blew up. I jumped out of it with no parachute but I saw someone with one down below. I leant forward and went flying down, grabbed hold of the person and cut him free, getting dizzy I held on for dear life. My hands, filled with blood, slipping on the ropes, I fell. Not knowing how far down I was, I was getting ready for death. Good job really because I did die. But not straight away. I belly flopped the sea. I couldn't see land anywhere. I swam for days on end eating the dead fish I found floating around. I was so close to the land, I could literally smell the fish and chips from the beach. I then saw three shark fins swimming round me and then out of nowhere the biggest whale I had ever seen came and landed on my head and I was out. I later awoke on with people surrounding me. I was saved. I was wrong. They put a gun to my head and shot me. I was dead. I am now sending this from hell.
