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Death IS scary. I don't know if I'm ready. Am I ready?

Before I know it everything is gone. The whole stage. And Josh. I'm left... Sitting alone on the ground. Just waiting for the footsteps to come closer.
They're finally here. All the guards. There's about 10.
They all have guns. Pointing at me. Ready to shoot.
"He was here" I say. I'm scared. Death is so close. And I'm not ready.
"Josh" I say just as I hear the sound. The sound of a gun.
I can feel the pain. It start in my lungs. It's taking over. I can't think of anything else. The pain is to bad.
I fall to the ground. Unable to move.
And that's when everything becomes white.

This is not the end yet.

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