I Never Fear Death Or Dying Novels & Stories

“For your loss. It mustn’t have been easy.” “It’s expected. Death is imminent.” Words rush to my tongue, but I swallow it. Just because death is something they expect at any moment doesn’t make it less scary. I’m scared to die. I’m scared to get hurt. I’m scared to loss people I love. “Are you afraid of death?” He scoffs. “No.” My stomach drops hard. He isn’t afraid of death. He enjoys killing. Yet he’s here with me, helping me. A tense silence passes before I speak after so much deliberation.

"Are you not worried that we are bringing you here to kill you?" "Kill me, don’t kill me, it doesn’t make a difference." I really didn’t give a damn what happened to me past this point. Living my life would be a great adventure that I'd never experienced before and even dying would be. At least it would be something different from the boring, mundane life I always lead. "You truly don’t know what fear is, do you?" The old man continued to push. "Nope." I beamed. If this asshole thought he was going to intimidate me, he had another thing coming. I wasn’t some fucking damsel in distress that could be easily swayed. I was a fucking pyscho bitch who would fight until the bitter end.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

“What do you fear? I thought you said you’d do anything.” “Not this. Not blood. I meant my life. Not theirs.” Her eyes widened. She was taken aback. “Then we’ve nothing more to speak of,” she said, and turned away. I stood still, cold inside. I could not kill—not for love, not for pride. Yet what shook me more was how easily Nia spoke of death. She, not yet grown, spoke like one who had seen much. “Nia,” I said, “this you—I do not know. You speak like those who hurt us.”

he said with anger. "Well, you may be right but you don't need a soothsayer to tell you that Martin is not afraid of death unlike you who shivers at the mention of death. I guess my brother is not afraid of death because he is fearless coupled with the fact that he doesn't have much to lose as a lowly young man but your case is different," I paused as rolled his eyes.

Because if she didn’t— I wouldn’t live long enough to regret trusting her. I leaned my head back against the wall and shut my eyes. The pain was unbearable. But the fear? The fear was worse. Because for the first time in a long time— I knew exactly how close death was. And it was coming. And it was fast. ***

Part of me wants to give up, now that I know that there is no way out of this, that this is the end, my end. I was never scared of death. I learned at a very young age that it was part of life itself. That it was a natural cycle, that instead of fearing it we should embrace it and accepted it. Because death was unscheduled and unannounced, we should make sure to cherish every moment of our life. But now I was beyond scared. Not of death, but the probable cause of my death.

"I will not let anything happen to you, know that, however the card is right, pointing out the obvious though, something is coming, War, which naturally leads to death. Are you afraid of dying, son?" I think of Adaline, her words, of the Pack, Alina, Camille, I think of everyone I have ever loved. "I am not really afraid of dying, it is one of nature's inevitable truth, I will die, eventually, what I am afraid of is my loved ones suffering after my death, I will ensure they never suffer when I am gone." "Right answer. Now, sleep, dream, and wait for what tomorow brings." At that, I am not thrown backwards like usual, rather I fall unto a soft bed, falling deep into sleep.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes when he threatened me like he’s not fully aware that I cannot run faster since my knees won’t function properly. The cold air coming from the ventilation system brushes on my exposed skin, eliciting an involuntary shudder on my spine. The girls on my side were shaking as well, their heads bowed lowly, and I could see the glistening tears welling up at the corners of their eyes. My nerves were wracking me up as well. I wanted to flee this hellhole as soon as possible, but I feared I wouldn’t see the sunrise again if I did that. Dying is something that I am scared of because no one will know what lies ahead in the afterlife.

He roars the last word and still I am not intimidated. If he was going to kill me he would have just killed me. Something I learned as a young man, if someone tells you what they are going to do to you never fear them, it is only words. Those you should truly fear will never be foolish enough to give you warning they will simply do it. Those are the men you should fear not men of words. I smile at him and hold his gaze “Then kill me now” I hiss and I see the slight waver in his gaze that he tries to cover.