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Death. It is both unfortunate and inevitable. There is no escaping it. You grow up in a sheltered world never knowing about death. Your world suddenly comes crashing down once you've experienced it. You live the rest of your life knowing that one day your life will come to an end. Most people live long healthy lives, while others end before they ever begin; never knowing why or when their death would occur. But could you imagine knowing> Not as in psychic abilities or other supernatural powers. What if you were told you only had a certain amount of time to live? Not years, months, weeks, or even days, but a matter of hours. Twenty-four to be exact. What would you do? How would you feel?

I, personally, would be frightened. Not just from the fact that my life was going to end, but from the fact that I would never be able to see my loved ones.

The very first thing I would do is pay my respects to those who have already met their tragic end. In doing so, I think it would be a way of letting them know that I loved them, and that I would soon be joining them. My grandmother would be the first I paid my respects to. She dies when I was just a child, perhaps six or seven years old. Not truly being able to form a close relationship with her, but feeling the impact it left on my family. My next respects would go to a grandfather I never had the chance of meeting; he died before I was born. Though I have no memories of him, he will always have a place in my heart.

The second thing i would do is to sit down with my family and inform them about the situation. You'd think I would've done this first, but my mind works differently from everyone else's. I tend to mix things around, but in the end I always accomplish what I set out to do. By sitting down with my family I would get all the things that stressed me out, off my chest, so that I may be at ease. I know for a fact that my family loves me, and they'd understand. They'd comfort me, and tell me not to be afraid, when inside they're just as afraid as I am. That's just how strong my family is; they'll set aside their troubles and fears and help me to overcome mine.

These are only two of the things I would do that time would allow. Something that I would enjoy is to travel to Japan, to learn about their customs and to experience Japan in all its glory. Meeting some of my favorite celebrities and book authors would be another thing that I would like to do. Such as Evanescence, Fall Out Boy, and Chris Brown. As for book authors, they would have to be Annette Curtis Klause, Stephanie Meyer, and Rumiko Takahashi from the renowned anime and manga series Inuyasha. No amount of time would allow me to do all this, though.

I, personally, wouldn't find any joy in anything else. I'd be distracted b staring at the clock, counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds. I'd find no pleasure in anything. What would be the point? If I were able to do all the things I mentioned, it would all just be a way to distract myself from thinking about death. No. Nothing would pique my interest anymore. I'd lock myself into a room, sitting alone in the corner, in silence. There is only thing that would help me to escape my pain, and that would be to write. I'd write a poem. It would read:

Life.

The most precious gift.

Like Christmas Day.

Getting exactly what you wanted.

Happiness.

Wrapped in black paper.

And a bright red bow.

Life.

The gift of your dreams.

Those first few days are the most precious.

You take pride in your gift.

You care for it.

A feeling of excitement.

A sense of magic.

Life.

After awhile the magic fades.

You become older.

Your gift begins to mean less.

The gift that was once so precious

Is now nothing more than a burden.

Not being taken care of properly.

Taken for granted.

It crumbles into a fine dust.

Life.

Doesn't it sound familiar to how life goes?

Yes. Everyone has a time when they must return back to the Earth. Isn't it strange how life goes? One moment you're preparing for your future, and the next death comes for you. Sometimes I wonder, 'What's the point of preparing for your future, attending college, choosing a career, when you're going to die?' All of your work, all of your accomplishments will mean nothing. It will have all been a wast of time. People will forget about you, continuing on with their lives. My words may seem harsh, but that's just how I feel. No matter how hard you work, the world will never change.

My last hours will be spent in solitude. Silence. I'll sit alone in a corner, counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds. Watching the sun set as the star appear, and the moon rises from its slumber. I would die with a smile on my face, never regretting any of the decisions I mad in life. That's irrelevant. Hopefully, people will remember me, and mourn at the mentioning of my death.

I'd at least know that someone cared for my existence.