Death is inevitable

Death will take everyone that was a fact I was unaware of for twenty years. I enveloped myself in greed and pitiful hunger for money, thinking that with money I could escape death. The greed kept growing, a monster spreading throughout my body.

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1. death is inevitable

Death will take everyone that was a fact I was unaware of for twenty years. I enveloped myself in greed and pitiful hunger for money, thinking that with money I could escape death. The greed kept growing, a monster spreading throughout my body. A raging beast which I fed willingly, till it took over my innocent mind and started corrupting my brain. I was losing all sanity, my life rotating around money. My desires clouded my brain, eradicating any common sense that I had. My life rotated around getting more money and power.

 

After all those years, now I am here trying to repent away all the remorseless sins which have piled up from my guilt-ridden lies and unwavering desires. I dragged my feet across the ground, pulling my weight along. My body lifeless and slowing me down. Every step in the cold snow took exhausting amounts of pain. At a slight movement of my feet, my body ached but my willpower was strong. I had made up my mind and I was going to reach it.

 

The disease which is destroying from the inside is a blessing to me from God. It has taught me a lesson which I thought was invalid. I have a disease that Doctors cannot comprehend nor understand which causes me to wake up with red stained hands clutching a knife and a severely butchered servant or loved one. To this disease, I have lost my husband and everything that I owned. A shot of pain went through me my hands quickly went to clutch my chest, calming the fierce raging pain which wanted to spread through my body and destroy me through the inside. I coughed and spat out crimson red blood. “Just a little longer, please, just a little * Cough…* Urghhh*, Let me live” I squeezed out those words quickly, my throat raspy and dry.

 

I push open the gate which had been beautiful once upon a time.What was left of the fancy, intricate designs and the iron bars was covered in rust, and the gate was barely hanging on to its hinges. Needless to say, it was a sad piece of work. There was a cruel irony in the graveyard. Surrounded by decaying, moss covered gravestones it stood there with its youthful glow, strong, erect, and ready to last a hundred years or more. Yet I have already started to perish and begun her inevitable decay. This Gravestone is my mothers, the person who I’ve killed a long time ago. Her blood has stained my hands for so long and her dying smile haunts me to this day. No ounce of sleep can I get without remembering her .Her smile before her death, it was taunting me. It was so easy killing her, I didn’t mind one bit. The same dream keeps on repeating haunting me the same scene repeating it, my mother’s death by the hands of a person devoted to wealth. Too easy was the kill, I had advanced slowly; the knife in my hand never trembled, not even slightly. I had lunged forward, stabbing at her, hitting her collar blade. She screamed in pain and darted to the left of him, tripping and falling to the floor. I attacked her again stabbing her straight in the chest. Blood poured, spattering her face, chest and spluttered over my jeans. She moaned in agony, but then the image that haunts me; she smiled as if she couldn’t feel any pain. I smiled knowing that I have alluded myself in desired, I have killed my mom and now I have mental problems which dirty my hands with blood once again. I collapsed on the floor, the pain finally spreading. I felt as though every vein in my body was exploding, and every bone was being twisted. I felt like a rag doll being pulled on by spoilt children. My frantic kicking stopped and my mental- like hand movements came to a halter. I could not move. My blood began to boil.

 

Dying in the place they will take me anyways, it was ironic the best place to die in my opinion. My breathing became desperate as if someone had shoved a rag deep into my throat; later submerging me in water. It was a disease, yet all this pain had entered my body just as the easy as a comb goes through someone’s hair as easy as I had killed my mother. My mouth broke into a smile, a real smile. I knew that my sins would never be forgiven but for some reason, I smiled knowing that I finally felt free. My vision distorted as though I was losing my sight; seeing colour, visions and objects I never knew existed and I couldn’t help feeling that I was finally at peace, my mother’s hate has done this to me but I believe I deserved it. Death has finally come to collect me. *A lady who died smiling as if welcoming death*

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