Song : Burn by three days Grace
While Чтение this chapter; please think deeply about whats being сказал(-а) или Ты may not understand it...
In truth, I had never genuinely feared death in a physical manner. Even now as I faced it, I could not feel any apprehension toward the end.
I knew that death was an unavoidable obstacle in life and I would face it one день или the other. The thought of passing however, had always been an uneasy subject.
I had always contemplated about how my existence would end. I imagined drowning in freezing waters, being brutally murdered by a foe, and the nations most preferred - dying in an unconscious, dreaming state. My least preferred involved a flame and the melting of my skin.
Though, these ideas, they didn’t frighten me. I wasn’t afraid of the act of dying in the least bit. I was afraid about what happened after my life came to a close.
The part of never being able to think again. Never being able to Переместить again. I wouldn’t be able to speak или to hear. I wouldn’t be able to see.
Never again would I feel emotion; not even the pain of my worst nightmares. Worst of all was that I wouldn’t have any memories when I was inexistent. I wouldn’t be able to imagine my parents; I wouldn’t even be able to care about my aunt because there would be nothing left. Not a single fiber of true reality would come with me.
For once, I wanted to believe in alternate world, life beyond death. But, no matter how hard I tried, I could never accept the concept.
The philosophy that someone such as a saint, an Энджел или God himself would protect the people of this world was a notion that never was embed into my mind.
I believe what is tangible and what is morally veracious. I cannot touch an angel, I cannot hear God. So, how do I know that they are real?
I myself have prayed, and never once have my wishes been acted upon by a superior force. I prayed that my mother and father would always be безопасно, сейф and that somehow the world might discover the true meaning of the word peace.
If innocent and loving people such as my own parents didn’t deserve life then, why are there criminals on our streets and why does so much atrocity occur in our world?
Children are starving because no one cares to help them, Животные are being abused by people who cannot control their anger and murder is occurring so frequently that we learn to tune it out while listening to the daily news.
How can one believe in the sanity of the philosophy while there is little sanity in the world of which we live in?
The last prayer I had ever spoken was еще of hope and wishful thinking. It was that when my life ended that it would be painless. To have an anesthetic, numb feeling as I died was something I had always planned on.
I suppose though; that death, much like life, was not treated with indifferent equality. Many suffer pain far beyond what the human mind is capable of withstanding.
Our minds reject the agony of realistic torment. We unconsciously deter any harmful memory или disconcerting emotion that we may hold, creating a Стена between our mental stability and the force threatening to overthrow it.
However; when pain is being physically inflicted, it is not as easily disregarded. No longer is it a mere thought rather than a valid occurrence.
The idea of an oppressive and fiery trench within our lush, green planet had always held the same significance as heaven, in my mind. Hell, a deep abyss where torrid flames licked the walls simply didn’t exist. It wasn’t possible.
My viewpoints were quickly beginning to fade away though. They were becoming virtually impossible to grasp. They were out of my reach.
Scorching, оранжевый flames enveloped my Назад ideals as they trailed the outline of my body. Carefully twisting their way inside and continuing an agonizing torture.
I realize that many people may be strong believers
in religion however remember that this is Clara's thoughts, not my own. So please do not give a Комментарий based on religious preference.
Understand it? Любовь it? Hate it?
Does spacing between the paragraphs make it easier to read?
While Чтение this chapter; please think deeply about whats being сказал(-а) или Ты may not understand it...
In truth, I had never genuinely feared death in a physical manner. Even now as I faced it, I could not feel any apprehension toward the end.
I knew that death was an unavoidable obstacle in life and I would face it one день или the other. The thought of passing however, had always been an uneasy subject.
I had always contemplated about how my existence would end. I imagined drowning in freezing waters, being brutally murdered by a foe, and the nations most preferred - dying in an unconscious, dreaming state. My least preferred involved a flame and the melting of my skin.
Though, these ideas, they didn’t frighten me. I wasn’t afraid of the act of dying in the least bit. I was afraid about what happened after my life came to a close.
The part of never being able to think again. Never being able to Переместить again. I wouldn’t be able to speak или to hear. I wouldn’t be able to see.
Never again would I feel emotion; not even the pain of my worst nightmares. Worst of all was that I wouldn’t have any memories when I was inexistent. I wouldn’t be able to imagine my parents; I wouldn’t even be able to care about my aunt because there would be nothing left. Not a single fiber of true reality would come with me.
For once, I wanted to believe in alternate world, life beyond death. But, no matter how hard I tried, I could never accept the concept.
The philosophy that someone such as a saint, an Энджел или God himself would protect the people of this world was a notion that never was embed into my mind.
I believe what is tangible and what is morally veracious. I cannot touch an angel, I cannot hear God. So, how do I know that they are real?
I myself have prayed, and never once have my wishes been acted upon by a superior force. I prayed that my mother and father would always be безопасно, сейф and that somehow the world might discover the true meaning of the word peace.
If innocent and loving people such as my own parents didn’t deserve life then, why are there criminals on our streets and why does so much atrocity occur in our world?
Children are starving because no one cares to help them, Животные are being abused by people who cannot control their anger and murder is occurring so frequently that we learn to tune it out while listening to the daily news.
How can one believe in the sanity of the philosophy while there is little sanity in the world of which we live in?
The last prayer I had ever spoken was еще of hope and wishful thinking. It was that when my life ended that it would be painless. To have an anesthetic, numb feeling as I died was something I had always planned on.
I suppose though; that death, much like life, was not treated with indifferent equality. Many suffer pain far beyond what the human mind is capable of withstanding.
Our minds reject the agony of realistic torment. We unconsciously deter any harmful memory или disconcerting emotion that we may hold, creating a Стена between our mental stability and the force threatening to overthrow it.
However; when pain is being physically inflicted, it is not as easily disregarded. No longer is it a mere thought rather than a valid occurrence.
The idea of an oppressive and fiery trench within our lush, green planet had always held the same significance as heaven, in my mind. Hell, a deep abyss where torrid flames licked the walls simply didn’t exist. It wasn’t possible.
My viewpoints were quickly beginning to fade away though. They were becoming virtually impossible to grasp. They were out of my reach.
Scorching, оранжевый flames enveloped my Назад ideals as they trailed the outline of my body. Carefully twisting their way inside and continuing an agonizing torture.
I realize that many people may be strong believers
in religion however remember that this is Clara's thoughts, not my own. So please do not give a Комментарий based on religious preference.
Understand it? Любовь it? Hate it?
Does spacing between the paragraphs make it easier to read?
As with the "new" Bella, there will be new changes to the story. Such as:
1.) Fanged vampires
2.) Burning in the sunlight
3.) Bella fighting back
4.) Taking bloody and daring turns
5.) A slightly darker and еще grim version to the family
I'll write the first one soon. And I hope the ones who read it enjoy it. It's my first fanfiction, if Ты would call it that, and I tried on the storyline. Really.