Dear Diary...

Dear Diary...

<p>Dear Diary, November 30, 2005</p>
<p>It has been awhile since I%u2019ve been able to write anything. I still am not
sure whether I should believe what happened to me, but I will write it down
anyway. I will probably laugh about it later, but at least I%u2019ll know why I
wasn%u2019t able to write for about a month. </p>
<p>You see, it all starts the day before Halloween%u2026 </p>
<p>Some months before, I had just started high school, as you can see from the
previous entries. High school was very hard for me. I had barely passed the
eighth grade. My parents decided that my friends were the ones distracting me,
so they switched me to another high school which almost no one from my junior
high went to. I didn%u2019t mind, of course. Those people weren%u2019t really my friends.
They didn%u2019t seem like it. </p>
<p>Anyway, I didn%u2019t make any friends with anyone in high school yet. A lot of
people in this school were stuck up and just called me stupid, ignoring me. I%u2019m
sure the teachers agreed. Most of them didn%u2019t even bother helping me. It pissed
me off a lot. Instead of C%u2019s, I barely got D%u2019s in my classes. </p>
<p>My parents were pissed, but not at the school. They were pissed at ME. It
wasn%u2019t FAIR. It just wasn%u2019t fair. It wasn%u2019t my fault this happened! It wasn%u2019t my
fault that they sent me to a school that expected too much of me. </p>
<p>That%u2019s when I decided that I just didn%u2019t care anymore. </p>
<p>I didn%u2019t care if I learned Algebra or not. I didn%u2019t care what electrons and
protons were. I didn%u2019t care about a plot or some stupid words. I didn%u2019t care
whether I got an A or an F. It didn%u2019t matter. Nothing mattered, I figured. My
life didn%u2019t even matter. </p>
<p>Maybe it would have been better if I was dead. </p>
<p>Finally, Halloween rolled about. After yelling at me about my progress report
grades (two C%u2019s, three D%u2019s, and an F), they demanded me to take my little sister
out to trick-or-treat. I groaned and agreed to do it. It was better than getting
the back of my father%u2019s hand. Besides, my younger sibling was cool. If I took
her trick-or-treating, she gave me a third of the candy she earned. Who DOESN%u2019T
love free candy? </p>
<p>At any rate, we had already gone down several blocks, and were heading back
home. I had my sister ahead of me, just so I could keep a good watch on her. I
always told her to hold my hand whenever we crossed the street, just so she
could be safe. But, there didn%u2019t seem to be any cars around, and there was a
Hershey%u2019s chocolate bar there on the ground, still in its wrapper. She ran out
to get it. </p>
<p>I smiled after her, making a small jog over there. I told her to put it back
down. She didn%u2019t know where it came from, and it was probably all icky. That%u2019s
when the car came. It just came out of nowhere, and it didn%u2019t see us. The person
wasn%u2019t paying attention. The driver seemed to be turned around, talking to some
people in the back seat. As a fast reaction, I picked up my sister and threw her
into the grassy area near the sidewalk. That was the last I saw of her that day
before a bright light blinded my vision. I heard a screech, and then everything
went black. </p>
<p>When the world came back, I sat up and glanced around. There was an ambulance
and several police cars nearby. Everyone was crowded together, whispering. A few
were sobbing. Among the sobbing people, I found my own family. What were they
crying about? I was fine, somehow. When I glanced to my side, I saw myself,
except more%u2026 dead. I%u2019d rather not get into detail about it, but it wasn%u2019t a
pretty sight. </p>
<p>%u2018Am I a ghost then?%u2019 I wondered to myself. I shrugged my shoulders. That was
good then. I wouldn%u2019t be such a burden to people. Besides, if this was the after
life, it wasn%u2019t too bad then. What was really so scary about death? Nothing! </p>
<p>I spoke too soon. </p>
<p>I couldn%u2019t feel warmth or cold as a spirit, but a chill went down my spine
anyway. This wasn%u2019t just a normal cold. It was fear. Something was making me
afraid. I glanced about nervously, but I didn%u2019t see anything. There were a lot
of lights about, so it wouldn%u2019t be hard to miss anything. Perhaps I was just
paranoid. I shrugged to myself and moved off to the side and through a police
car. Now that I was a spirit, maybe I could spook off my so called %u201Cold
friends%u201D. </p>
<p>Another chill came. I spun around, but saw nothing. I was really getting
freaked out. I began to quicken my pace. After a few minutes of jogging, I could
hear a woosh somewhere behind me. The woosh repeated itself after
awhile, seeming to come closer and closer. I quickened my pace again until I was
sprinting away. But the woosh wouldn%u2019t go away. </p>
<p>I glanced behind me, just to see if anything was there. There was still
nothing. What was following me then?! I turned my head forward again, just in
time to notice something large and black that I had bumped into. %u2018Wait,%u2019 I
thought to myself. %u2018Did I just BUMP into that?%u2019 Perhaps it was another ghost, or
that supernatural vacuum from Ghost Busters. </p>
<p>I took a few steps back and glanced upwards. My eyes widened, and, though I
was as light as a feather, my feet felt like they were cement. I stood still as
I stared into the hood of a large, black cloaked figure. I couldn%u2019t see the
figure%u2019s face, but I saw two red glowing dots for eyes. Its hands were skinny
bones, gripping onto a long, black stick, with a curved, metal blade on the end.
</p>
<p>I realized who I was running from %u2013 Death himself. </p>
<p>He held out his free, skeletal hand towards me, floating forward. I wanted to
run away, or back away somehow, but I only managed to fall backwards. That
didn%u2019t help much, as he lowered himself to the ground, the hand getting closer
and closer to me. Was he going to take me away from this place? Where was I
going to go? Where did you go after you die? Maybe he was just going to destroy
me%u2026 </p>
<p>%u201CNo%u2026 NO!%u201D I yelled, suddenly becoming hysterical. The fear of death finally
sunk in. I felt tears beginning to come to my eyes. %u201CI don%u2019t want to die%u2026%u201D I
whispered slowly, just as I saw the skeletal hand in front of my face. %u201CI don%u2019t
want to die!%u201D </p>
<p>The hand lashed out at me at the last second, and I let out a scream. </p>
<p>I suddenly shot up from a laying down position, breathing heavily. When I
glanced down, I saw that I was in my bed, sweating. I sighed to myself, a smile
appearing on my lips. It was all just a scary dream, I figured. A small
nightmare before Halloween%u2026 </p>
<p>That was when I remembered that my sheets weren%u2019t normally white. They were
blue. I never wore this weird shirt to bed, either. My body ached and there was
a tube attached to my arm. The weirdest thing was, when I glanced to a calendar
hanging by the window, it was already turned to November. </p>
<p>I was in the hospital. Was that all real, then? I wasn%u2019t sure. Did I really
get into an accident? Was I alive? Did I die? If I%u2019m alive now, then did that
mean I just escape Death? </p>
<p>Or did Death just give me another chance? </p>
<p>It%u2019s probably best not to dwell on it%u2026</p>