The Troubled Ones

Prologue:

Death can come in 3 different ways. It can creep up on you like a cheetah, slowly and cautiously creeping up on a Giselle. Waiting till it's weak and off guard, and then pounce. Ending life in a split second without any warning signs, or flashing signals.

Or you can see it coming from a mile away, like a car you'll think "Isn't he going a bit fast?" but you won't over think it. Then boom! Your gone, with no time to process what had just happened.

It could be one stupid, simple mistake that could completely not be your fault or a simple misunderstanding. But you don't get time to do it over. You could just be sitting there at your house minding your own business when your next door neighbour burns her cookies, and both of your houses burn down to the ground without a minute to spare. And since you were in the house too, you burn to the ground as well along with everything else you used to own.

But that's the thing about life, it starts and it ends. Its like a balloon, when your born its full of air and is completely new. But then it wears down, constantly bit by bit, until finally it has no air left. It just shrivels up, so the truth is you can't be afraid of dying. Cause that second when you were born is the second you started dying