Spirit boundThis was the end I knew that already. My breathing became heavier I found myself sweating off my skin almost. I heard my foot steps slowing. I knew that I would have tosuccumb to the end of my life. As I ran from my killer I thought why and who would tryto kill me. I had never been the one to socialize in parties or banquets. I was what in mydays called painfully shy. It registered me exactly I never found boys cute. They almostseemed to scare me more than the girls who I was supposed to socialize with. I ponderedon that note when I felt gravity take me down. I rolled down a hill. I felt my leg snap andmy head bang right against a sheer, hard rock. I almost lost consciences this was toomuch for one person to take. I felt my body slow and then I stopped completely. My ribsseemed to be fractured because every time I took a breathe it hurt. I laid there thinking of my mother. I would soon enough be united with her. No more pain, blood, misery, sadness and no more of my putrid father. I heard footstepsthe same very footsteps I heard as my father came toward me to beat the hell out of me.The same heavy footsteps that sounded when my father arrived drunk, the same heavyvibrations that thundered above me as my father paced. But oddly enough the footstepsdid not comfort me. I knew they never would, they signaled that my father was about tokill me. I felt his breath against his my neck. Was he going to kiss me? If he did I wouldhope he never get through the gateway to heaven. “I’m sorry baby. You have to die youare not what I want or need.” He muttered. I felt his heat he was too close for my liking. Icouldn’t move but at the temperature it was now I would die of hypothermia like this. Ithen felt some thing cold touch my neck. Then a tingling feeling spread from the back of my neck to my forehead.I felt wet warmness as it seeped down my neck to my back. I felt my father stabbingalong my neck and back and laughing like the drunken fool he was. I knew this washappening my screams seemed to make it more realistic. Still this all felt like a dream, adream that would haunt me for the rest of my life, but then there was no more pain, Icouldn’t see or hear anything.I felt oxygen fill my lungs, there was more pain as I took deep breathes of this newwonderful oxygen. It tasted sweet but with almost a garden spice hint to it. I sighed Imade to where ever dead people were supposed to go and be placed.Then a light shined above me as well as a ferocious heat burned my cheek. I jumped upscared out of my wits at the flames under me. I looked up to the golden light, there weregateways they looked to made of solid gold in its purest form. I was amazed at the beautyof heaven, there was the sweetest fragrance coming from the wind that blew. I watcheduntil I saw the gates open, I was terrified I was going to be placed wasn’t I Hell or Heaven.But there in the gateway was not God or Jesus but my mother laughing in happiness. Iwas about to wave when a man walked up behind her as well as a young girl.I put my hand down they didn’t seem to notice me they kept on looking happy and soonenough left the gateway closed and Hell remained. I felt fury raging in my veins; I feltanger and grief sadness and pain. The pain was back but it was not physical but mental.