Dragon Spirit

Death

Before I begin whether it turns out good or bad do not (I repeat) do not take this seriously. I haven't been reading anything on Wattpad for a while so if I've taken anyone's idea please do not come for me or my neck. I'm simply bored. ok bye.

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How would one describe death?

You can't because no one can.

Death is a five letter word incapable of describing. Maybe if you search it up online and some smart ass scientist discovered the true meaning of death, then there's your answer.

The world may never know, or at least, I will never know because I can't search up that word.

I have unfortunately, died. How did I die? I guess you could call it stupidity maybe even irrationality, foolishness, or lunacy (I've searched that word up before).

Basically, I forgot how to breathe.

What a dumbass I am.

How could I, one of the top notch surgeons, graduated with 4 PhDs (a/n: honestly that's a waste of time don't do that kids), and led a happy single life because no man could put a ring on this independent ass finger. Nonetheless, dying in my sleep was a perfect way for me to go, the ideal plan to part from my loved ones. Scratch that, I have no loved ones they're all too busy trying to one-up me and my successes. They also ignore me for the most part.  

Departing from a life that I planned to live better than I had ever lived was sad but it was bound to happen. Growing up as a sickle child definitely did not have its perks. As I grew older I thought I had surpassed my death toll and entered my adulthood in a new body. I guess it was too late to realize that state I was in. I had changed mentally but my physical body grew tendencies to betray and let me down.

Moving on, I always thought death was going to be cold and quick. Instead all I felt was warmth and hunger. This is where my story continues. Where my first life ended, and my new life began.

Literally.