• I had never really thought about death. I mean I had seen the movies and stuff but I never really thought about it. My freind,Jessica,had cancer and I watched her faid away to nothing,but I was too worried about her to realize that someday no matter what I would die.

    I thought about this as I turned to see my sister standing in the corner of this dark room, I thought about death as i looked at the man across from us,his arms outstreached waiting for my arms in return.This man wanting to hurt my sister but agreeing to let her free for me instead. As i thought about death tears stumbled down my cheeks not ready for what was awaiting me.

    Isnt this suicide,wont I go to Hell? No! I would die for my sister but i would not die without a fight. I would not give in that easily. I thought about this as the man grew impatient.

    "Hurry child im not getting any younger", the man said.

    Timidly i walked toward him.

    I am not going to hell.

    At least not without a fight....