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"Living people, he is a living person... This is the smell of living people! There are actually living people coming here! Haha! I want to have a big meal, eat happily! I haven't been full for a long time. Oh, I remember, I seem to be dead, but so what? Now I pursue flesh and blood, I just want to devour flesh and blood!" "What's death? What's life? Maybe I'm dead, and his aura... is the smell of a living person! A living person must not be missed! I'm going to swallow him, eat him! Eat, eat, eat, swallow, swallow, swallow! Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Is This what it means to die? I never know that it wouldn't but if you are finally dying. I didn't know that… it would just be all numb and all… Hah…. Maybe I should enjoy myself much more. Maybe I should do things I wanted to do… Now that my death is here… I feel a bit… sad and all. “an…” “er—” “tha—” “e up—” “wa— p” “et—” “st— up” My head was… a bit fuzzy… is it because of those small rocks in my eyes… somehow.. I feel like someone was saying something. But… I can't seem to tell what was that…

Otherwise, what is the point of being an immortal if you can’t enjoy it? Maybe the humans I despise so much are better off than me. Enjoying life to the fullest every day because you never know which day is your last, now that was living. What I’m doing… it just isn’t. Each passing day is the same. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing really excites me anymore. I feel numb. It’s as if I am living in a world of black and white. So here I am immersing myself in the company of those I hate just to spice my life up, forever on the hunt for that bit of color. How very basic of me. Have I fallen so far?

I felt myself shaking and the voices, oh my god were they using a mic or were they usually this loud? This was it. This was the end of my life. *** Peaceful. Isn't this how you must feel when you die? But guess how was I feeling? Yeah right, completely the opposite of it. Where I must be feeling light, peaceful and see white light, I was exactly feeling the opposite of it. I was feeling darkness and worst of all, I was feeling pain. Like someone took a blade and had cut my arms with it. Except it was for real. And I was seeing darkness. Too much for dying in peace.

"You're actually alive?" The words dripped with disappointment. "What does it take to kill you?”

~ Sienna’s POV ~ Is this what death feels like? Just some cold, empty black hole where everything smells like bleach and antiseptic with that annoying beeping sound. My head hurts as though someone keeps smashing it with a hammer. Every inch of my body hurts. My arms, my legs. I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they’ve been glued shut. They are heavy, like I’ve been sleeping for a hundred years. I guess I’m not dead. Dead people don’t feel pain. Dead people don’t feel like they got run over by a truck.

Why do we hold back on saying small important things? Now before I get too much more into details on my life. I want you to understand something about me, My life was never horrible nothing that terrible ever happened that I felt I couldn’t get over it. There was just this feeling I felt all my life that our lives are pointless we are put here to live and die What we do with the time is up to us but doesn’t matter. It’s like playing a game where at the end there is nothing to beat, no point to the game it’s just over. That’s how I feel about life There is no point to it, other than what we make it, and in the big picture truly means nothing. I wish there was some pill that could make me fee

“No chance of that. I like to live in reality, not some trumped-up fake world.” “What’s fake about people we love dying? What’s fake about a tiny baby fighting for a chance at life while you’re out wasting yours?” “For fuck’s sake. You are such a drama queen. Life is about death, isn’t it? None of us are getting out alive. I’m going to enjoy mine however I please.” “Great, you do that. Let me know if you need me to help you pack.” “I don’t need anything from you.” I open my mouth to respond, but the words get stuck in my throat.

the Man told her in a whisper that sounded only inside of her head. “Yesss? If I can hear you, I guess it means no, but I feel like I was…” “Falling?” “Yeah… slowly and comfortably, almost like floating. It feels good.” “Maybe you’re enjoying the thrill and danger of all the new things you’re living a little too much?” “Maybe… But it’s funny… even maybe ironic that now that I could die any minute, I feel so much more alive than all the time that I “lived.” I had an amazing adventure too.”

Is that a reason why I am alright to die now? Is my present not needed anymore? Is that why the comic and this world is killing me? i can't stop thinking what should happen to me if i didn't go to the west but what could i possibly do now i will die tomorrow this cold and dark place i can't see any hope that we will leave the rotten smell of this place is littering in my body i know that i smell like dead people but i don't really care suddenly i feel like my senses shuts down all i care right now is to die in peace i want to die quietly maybe i should ask them to just stab me with their sword i don't care how many times they want to do it but at least i will not feel that my body is being b