some are afraid of death others aren’t. As the sweet kiss of death touches my cheeks I think I’m not afraid. As death leads me to the after life I think of all my pain that lead to my death. Death walks me to a boat where all my pain and memories is the water. Death points to a memory were I saw the love of my life and he broke my heart. Then death stood behind me and pushed me into the water. I tried to get back into the boat. I couldn’t breath anymore then I heard a voice saying I could breath, I tried to breath but my throat felt like water was flooding down my it. Then darkness I could hear someone yelling and then silence hit. The I woke up in the bathtub with it full of water.