I Never Fear Death Or Dying Novelas e Histórias

Instead, as the weight of every pair of office eyes settled behind me, a strange calm settled inside my ribs. They expect drama. They expect confession. They look for a tremor of shame they can savor. Let them look. As the black glass swallowed me, I leaned so close to the threshold that only the walls could hear my whisper. It was almost to myself, more prayer than announcement. “I’m not afraid,” I said. “I already died once. Now I get to live.” Then I stepped into the room and closed the door on the murmurs.

Nothing in my life had prepared me for this. “It feels like your heart is walking around outside your body.” I added finally and laughed once under my breath, exhausted and disbelieving. “It’s the first time in my life I have ever been afraid to die. Not because I am scared of death. I stopped being scared of that a long time ago.” I looked over at Justin. “But because if I am gone…” My throat tightened. “I can’t stand between him and the things waiting to hurt him.” Justin nodded once. “Good.”

Lyda asked. "What do you mean? Like afraid of dreams?" Lyda's eyes went down for a moment as if in thought. "Like you may fall asleep and never wake up." Iris took a deep breath as she tried to ponder Lyda's words. "Death. Is that what you're afraid of? To die in your sleep?" "I don't even know," Lyda stammered. "It's nothing to be afraid of," Iris responded, placing a hand over Lyda's forehead. "We always fear what we don't understand. It's natural."

I opened my eyes, holding my silver-gray gaze in the mirror, and said, "I'm not afraid of death. If death is the solution, so be it." I was marked to die, after all. There was no avoiding the inevitable. I steeled my mind with a deep inhale, then exhale. Clicking my tongue softly, I declared, "I will be the bait."

Time seemed to slow down as I took notice of the gun aimed my way, the finger hovering over the trigger and the booming sound that finally made my son cry out. The world blurred, shouts and cries seemed to echo in the distance and I panicked. Death. Everyone feared it but I didn’t. Death was inevitable. It was going to come. One day or the other. Today or tomorrow. Everyone was going to die. So was I. ***

"I don't remember the last time I actually cared about anything-I mean, Eddie sure." Dean gnawed on his lip. "Okay-let me give you a scenario." I raised my eyebrows. "Being held at gunpoint-you seem to be in that situation quite often." I pursed my lips. "Doesn't scare me. I'm not saying I'll be a walking target you can practice your aim on-I just don't think I'd pray or cry or-" I heaved out a heavy breath. "I think I fear life more than I fear death."

“Whether you’re stuffed in an oil drum or buried in the cemetery, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re dead. And the manner in which you died doesn’t make a difference either. At least not to me.” I was shocked he could feel so indifferent to his own death, but I shouldn’t be surprised by it. To live in his world, he had to be made of something different from the rest of us. He must not feel anxiety or fear…or anything. “Or perhaps I’m not afraid of death because I know it’s not coming for me—because I won’t let it.” His stare burned hard into my face, locked on me like I was the target of his aim. “Not when I have something to live for.”

It feels as if I am slowly fading away. It's true; I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me. Everyone is afraid of something. We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don't you wish you didn't fear anything? All that would mean is that you didn't feel anything.

I was not afraid of dying. I was afraid of living.

Tiara's POV I read somewhere once that you should not fear death. It's fear you should fear, as it kills you even before death can. If a few years ago someone had asked my opinion about these words, I would have laughed and said, both means the same. But today I know the difference. Right now I am at a position in my life, where death doesn't scare me it tempts me with the peace it brought with itself. What scares me is the fear that I carry within my heart. Fear of not dying, but seeing those whom I love, die. This fear kills me every day. Slowly and tauntingly.