DeathEX

Chapter 1

       I was never afraid of dying. Thinking of Death never made me uncomfortable. I mean we all die eventually right ? So why should anybody live in fear of something that is inevitable. I didn't live life in the fast lane or take it for granted ; just because I wasn't scared of dying, but I didn't live life on my tippy toes either.
I really wish I learned how to swim. I was scared of drowning in a 5foot pool. What a fucking joke I am. I wish I wasn't such a pussy about giving birth and let myself have a child. Maybe two. I hear motherhood is a beautiful experience. Why did I deny myself the experience. I should have used my life savings and flew to a foreign country like I said I would on my 21st birthday.  What have I been doing my whole life. I'm twenty fucking seven. Three more years and I'll be thirty. Thirty!
Wait
What the fuck?
Where am I ?!?!
        I'm laying in an ocean of my own blood and I'm thinking about my 30th birthday? Clearly I'm not going to make it ! Holy shit ! I'm dead aren't I ?Realization sets in. And I realize I can't move.
I really can't fucking move. Am I paralyzed ? Why is my brain still functioning about things I don't even have time to worry about. I can't even see anything. Am I blind ? Or is it just dark in here. Where the fuck am I?! I feel the panic start to build in my chest. Anxiety over whelming my thoughts. The urge to scream Because my legs are'nt doing what they are suppose to. My fingers won't even function properly. Are they wiggling ? I can't see damn it !
My voice finally breaks free and I'm screaming. I can't even recognize the sound. But I feel it seeping thru my chest. And the screams are the only thing making me feel alive.
I don't even know what I'm screaming. Just noises of frustration because I still can't fucking move anything but my lips. And the more I scream the more I feel my lips and mouth area crack from how dry my mouth is. The Cracking of the dry blood above my lip feeling heavy on my face.
I need to get out of this nightmare. I scream for help until my body gives out and I feel my eyes heavy drifting me off to sleep. I can't fight it anymore. Fuck this. Maybe when I wake up I'll be back in my warm bed with my fuzzy sheets.

                                                                            Chapter 2

I am standing over my lifeless body and this time I can't move because of the shock I feel in my veins from looking at myself. I can see myself in the pool of blood that I felt myself laying in earlier.
Wow.
I guess I am dead.
My eyes r closed, almost as if I was just sleeping peacefully. The heaviness on my face that I thought was dry blood is actually my skin peeled over like a thick cut with so much blood dried around it my lips look disfigured. How was I even able to scream ? My legs look broken, shaped in the letter W.  Maybe that's why I couldn't move. My right hand is over my stomach covered in blood and my left hand is under my body. The only part of me that looks normal is my left ear and I wonder how that part of my body managed to get saved. I cant take the sight much longer, I feel faint from it all. Why would anyone want to cause me so much harm ? And why can't I remember it all ?!!?