Personal Narrative: To Be Dead

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Death is so final and terrifying. Those who claim they are not scared must be in denial. I do not wish to die. I get so petrified thinking about it alone at night that I no longer can sleep. Every night I have made it my mandatory ritual to touch my bedside light twenty-four times and hold my breath for as long as I can and pray, “Please God, don’t let me die! I will be be live an exemplary life, I will be good!” And then I begin imagining what it will be like… to be dead. You know, being dead in a confined coffin, being underground all alone in the dark… with rats, and cockroaches, and worms crawling over my limp corpse… and, and the other dead people simultaneously wailing all around me… and trying to call out for my Mom and Dad but they