I Never Fear Death Or Dying Novels & Stories

The whole place echoes from the loudness of his voice. “‘Please just let go of Me. Please don’t kill me, please”. I beg. I know I seek extinction whenever I face terrible situations and maltreatment, but in this situation I don’t feel like dying anymore. It is more like I’m scared of dying of the removal of my heart. I can’t even imagine it.

I. In the end, I guess I am just going to die alone again. Nothing has changed. Just an endless cycle of my death. I wish it was a different one. I really did try. It wasn't good enough. Nothing I do is good enough for anyone... I am so scared of the dark... I don't want to... I don't want to die... It is so lonely...

Though I still had that hope in my heart. I thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I wouldn't be scared anymore. Because my whole life I’ve been so damn scared. Scared to live because I was scared to die. But at the same I was so scared of living, so I wanted to die. Or maybe so scared of dying that I refused to live. You don't have to be afraid to fall, when you're already on the ground. You don't have to be scared to lose someone, when there's no one around to lose.

I said and shrugged nonchalantly. "See! That's what I was talking about, I can die, we can die!" "Remember what you told me in the jet that you aren't scared of anything so why now?" I demanded and his lips pursed into a thin line. His lips was ajar, then closed and then parted again. "We are drunk--- " "Yeah, but this is fun! You'll feel so alive like you weren't made for existing, but actually living," I emphasized and he scoffed. "Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain."

I pushed myself into his arms and hugged him tight, Fox brushed my hair and frowned at Andreas. “What is it?!, so you two are the new couple!!.” Andreas asked with an angry grin. “Don’t come anywhere near her!!.” Fox excuted me out. I couldn’t thank Fox enough!! Both girls couldn’t say a word, all they did was stare at me in awe. ^^^ People always feared death. At least that was what I thought. Not until it felt as though, I want to die right now. I couldn't help but argue though, death shouldn't be feared but what exactly are we dying for.

I regret not taking the situation seriously, for being insensitive, and for being stupid and dumb. I thought I am more scared to stop dancing than dying, but I was wrong. I realize that I am more scared to die because I would stop dancing, I regret that I wasn't able to say the things that I wanted to say to people who are important to me, I'm afraid that the things I want to say will forever remain inside my head. Fear just become visible once you saw it, death becomes real once you were in that moment of dying... and I am scared right now because I am seeing my fear and death.

We live life, constantly in fear of the moments after our lungs exhale for the last time, and our heartbeat halt. I’ve never known if we fear the physical act of dying, or fear the daunting realization that we didn’t utilize the time we had. I’ve never feared death, nor was I afraid of dying. I’ve accepted this somber fate early on in life, understanding that it is pointless to fear the inevitable. I always pictured my death being an epic display of bravery and vigor, filled with explosions, bullets, and Satan personally welcoming me into the blazing gates of hell for my service here on Earth.

Now that I've introduced my family, let's discuss my life. As a kid, you would think having your father die in action would scare you in some type of way. I feel like for my brother it did but for me how can I be scared by something or someone I don’t even remember? These were the things I would say to people. I never felt like this was something that had affected me but what did I know right? As a kid, I always felt different from others. I didn’t understand why we were alive; I didn’t have kids that played with me at recess maybe this was due to my singing I did, I don’t know. I would get sad, and my brother would tell me that I was just different and there was nothing wrong with that, I w

“Well, I am not. Why waste my time being scared when I can face the problem head-fucking-on? If something threatens me, I kill it. If it haunts me, I bury it. If it scares me, I fucking own it.” “Even death?” He looked at me, just for a moment. The rawness in his eyes made my breath hitch. “Especially death. It’s inevitable. Why waste time fearing a shadow you can’t outrun?” His voice was gravel and iron, and the way he said it—like he’d stared death in the face and laughed, sent heat waves spiraling through my core. I bit my lips slightly and clenched my legs harder, watching him talk. He looked so perfectly sculpted.

"Absolutely nothing bad would ever happen to me, Fedora. I am the Alpha King." I let out a long, heavy sigh, my fingers gripping his forearm tightly as the raw truth spilled out of my mouth. "I used to think that I was not afraid of death at all," I revealed , my voice trembling slightly as a tear pricked my eye. "But now... I am actually very afraid of it. I finally have people in this world that I truly care about, and I don't want to die yet."