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 gothique 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 papillon de nuit to a bugzapper. At least par my death, my dearest friend would live, that was a positive! Okay think positive. This was really hard to do as he stalked toward me. I knew deep down inside of me that if I'd never made that hard decision to leave my accueil for Branson, that I wouldn't be in this mess right now. There was one thing I could say about that statement though. It was worth it!

All my life I've wished for something amazing to happen to me, and it did. I wasn't afraid of it to end, because I had gotten a long draught of it. The monster spared me a smile before he stalked over to end the life I had once so hated.