Death is a scary word. I considered death scary in the way that we don't really know what will happen too us when we go. But the way going out wasn't a pleasant thought either. I never really thought of myself being dead. It wasn't a normal thought for a girl somewhat gótico to think about, well me anyway. But now I faced it, and I was scared. I had to admit that though I really....really didn't want to.
The monster glared at me with his blazing red eyes, and they captured me like a polilla, polilla de la to a bugzapper. At least por my death, my dearest friend would live, that was a positive! Okay think positive....
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