Kissed By Death (PLZ READ DESCRIPTION)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

Ever wonder of how you'll die? Of how you'll leave this messed up and twisted place we all call Earth? Ever wonder if your life really does flash before your eyes during those last seven minutes before your mind goes black, before your life truly does reach its dead end?

Everyone has their ideal way "to go": in their sleep; painless and unaware, in an endless dream you simply never wake up from. Or in the presence of loved ones, in the arms of the one you promised a forever, only to have forever cut short by Death's cold embrace. Death isn't a romantic and it sure as hell doesn't take pity on anything or anyone. It comes when you least expect it and the sad part is it's impossible to avoid. It comes, end of story.

Some wonder of what it'd be like to share their last kiss with Death, if their life simply ends and all goes black before their body gives up its battle and they die. Others still wonder if there's any form of an afterlife at all where they can spend an eternity in a painless state without a physical form to worry about.

We are born and we die, it's that simple. The moment we come into this world and take our first breath we begin out hopelessly tragic journey to our end. And where does that end lie? Nobody lives to tell their tale. Those that walk before us on a daily basis and even the one we face in the mirror every day are ticking time bombs, waiting for that single spark to blow us apart. Hopeless huh? I use to think so too. Until-

I was falling into empty darkened space, one of those sensations where you feel as though you'll never make contact with the ground ever again, but I did, hard, landing on my knees in an old worn down cemetery. I got up, brushing the wet mud that clung to my already torn jeans best I could and then took in my surroundings.

The cemetery wasn't like any I'd ever seen before, it was one of those real old ones you see in those stupid (and fake) horror movies, with the cracked and tilted tombstones and overgrown weed infested grass. Sure isn't one that gets many visitors, the corpses within the graves long since forgotten, their loved ones decomposing themselves or headed to their graves soon enough.

The night was eerily clear, and there was no moon in the night's sky. What the hell was I doing here? As if to answer my silent question the wind howled and brought my attention to the darkest, most overgrown corner of the cemetery. There stood a figure, slightly above 6ft tall with the built of a young man. As he edged slightly closer to where I stood paralyzed, I was able to pick out a mat of dark hair, fine bone structure and his eyes..

At that moment my vision obscured and a sudden feeling of unease washed over me. The world tumbled and swayed around me and as thick fog seemed to develop around my chilled core. I felt as if I was in yet another endless fall, and again I fell to the moist earth where I first began with an odd sense of home and comfort as if I belonged right there in the mud. My attention was suddenly being drawn downward, the same way it was drawn to him, as if I was a puppet being commanded by an unknown master. On the wet, crumbling surface of the granite stone was a name, a date and a single sentence "Kissed by Death" I let out a shriek that died off when all went black.

I know now what I was doing there. Let me bring you to the light (or would it be the darkness?) of my life's turning point.