Mocking Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story of the last few minutes of suffering, but saying too much will give the story away.

Submitted: July 25, 2012

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Finally the first rays of sun peeked over the ice bringing the snow's cape to glittering life. All of nature's odds and ends seemed perfect, simple, and happy. This disgusts me. How cruel it is to taunt me in my agonizing pain. In my hour of death. Why must you beat me repeatedly? What have I done? I cry for the help I desperatley need, but soon come to the realization that only the frozen water of Antarctica's oceans can hear me. I think. The fluffy, cute, white baby seal I know I was this morning is covered in rusty blood. Just this morning was the first time my mother would allow me to leave my den where I was born. I now understand why. Today was my first major milestone, and my last. I have just watched my sister slowly die, and now it is my turn. My mother is nowhere to be seen, and no one else is going to rescue me. I cannot move and I am losing conscienceness. I deeply inhale my final breath as I say good bye to my short life and prepare to say hello to my maker.


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