One Shot- Death Monologue

Death Monologue

When I saw the dagger coming towards me, my heart sank. No, this can't be it. This can't be the end. I had so much to do, so much to learn. It was like slow motion, I could see it coming towards me, inching its way through the air. My attackers psychotic grin behind it. Why. Why did it have to be like this. I only tried to protect the ones I love, and now I'm going to end up...I can't say it. My mind is racing a thousand miles per hour. Will anyone remember me? Would anyone miss me? Why me? I don't understand. This isn't fair. Life isn't fair. Death isn't fair. A strange peace comes over me. Is this my body and mind preparing to die? The peace scares me more than the adrenaline, the fear of death. What's going to happen to me? Is there an afterlife? Will I be happy? Or will it just be nothing but black and loneliness, for all of eternity. If there's a God, why did he have to decide my fate like this. Why did he have to take me away from my loved ones, my family. The calm is getting stronger as my body weakens and prepares itself for the end. The dagger is almost to my chest now. I still can't comprehend it. I am going to die, and there is nothing I can do. I just don't understand why. Why me. Why is this happening. Maybe everything happens for a reason. Maybe I was meant to die. The thought makes my stomach churn. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierces my chest. It's like my spirit has already left my body. I only felt a slight, but nonetheless awful pain, and then no more. I can see myself now. I hear a scream. A scream like I've never heard before. It's chilling. I'd never want to hear that scream. Is that me? Am I the one screaming? I can see my body curling up in fetal position. I'm still screaming. Please stop. Make it stop! The screams ring in my head for some time. I'm covering my ears, I can't take the screaming anymore. I see myself becoming more still, then finally motionless. My face turns pale, my eyes are shut and my face is slack. My attacker comes towards my lifeless body. Taking the dagger out of my chest, more blood comes gushing out of my wound. I want to vomit. It really had to end like this. Pitifully, disgustingly, helplessly. I feel sleepy. Now that I'm dead, what's going to happen to me? I can barely keep my eyes open now. I hope that somebody misses me. I hope that someone cares.