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I'm going to die soon (Short scary story)
I was nineteen when I was diagnosed.
Stage four pancreatic cancer. The
doctors said that I only had two
months to live.
I was absolutely devastated when I
received the news. I was supposed to
be starting my sophomore year of
college in a matter of days. Just
the thought of that still brings me
to tears.
There was so much that I wouldn’t get
to experience. I’d never have a date.
I’d never get my college degree. I’d
never even have the chance to share a
glass of drink with Mom at dinner. The
weight of that realization sent me
spiraling into a deep depression.
I had decided to move back home with
Mom for the last couple of months
I had left. She was just as distraught
as I was if not more, and I wanted to
be there for her while I still could.
She had always been my biggest
supporter, constantly encouraging me
to go out and try new things, even more
so in recent weeks. I know that she was
just trying to get me to live out my
remaining days to the fullest, but it
only made things worse.
I couldn’t deal with it anymore. The
constant sadness. The pitying glances
from anyone who knew. It was all too
much.
I wasn’t afraid of death. I’d made
peace with the thought of dying
relatively quickly. I just couldn’t
bring myself to keep going when the
entire world felt gray.
So, I made the difficult decision
to end it.
I wrote a letter to Mom explaining
why I was doing it, reassuring her
that it wasn’t her fault, and
apologizing for not being a better
son. I placed it on my pillow,
then downed an entire bottle of
pills from the medicine cabinet.
All I had to do was wait.
Around fifteen minutes later, I
saw a black mass materialize in
the hallway outside of my room.
I wasn’t scared. Death had come
to end my suffering.
I lumbered over to the hooded
figure, each step heavy and
awkward. “I’m ready. You can
take me now.”
The figure glanced up, and when
it did, a cold dread blanketed
me, causing my whole body to
tremble. No description can do
it justice. The entity appeared
to be in constant agony. Black
tears streamed down its ashen
skin. Its eyes were hollow and
lifeless, the torment of
thousands of lost souls hidden
just beneath its pupils. Souls
just like me.
That was all it took. I didn’t
want to die anymore. Not if
that’s what the afterlife had
in store for me.
“I changed my mind. I don’t
want to do this. Please, I
want to live!” I shouted,
dropping to my knees, begging
it not to take me.
The figure turned away, then
it spoke, its voice tired and
weighed down.
“You will, for now. I’m not
here for you.”