my last breath

this story originally wasn't a story but a thoughts that i had at 2.30 in the morning the part of jane wasn't there in the beginning so enjoy :)

Jane woke up suddenly looked to the clock and then got out of bed , the moon was shining bright in a sky full of stars it’s silver freshen rays silently sneaked into Jane’s room . She stood in the balcony for a while in her white long robe, for a moment she looked like a fallen angel with her gold colored hair and her sad look under the moons rays. She gazed up to the dark sky as if it was her final day in this world, then she went to her writing desk and started to write something in her diary … in the morning Jane was lying in the bad with a note in her hands:

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“ I have wrote many things in my life that I regret I have told many lies in my work as a journalist that I wish I could take them back but it’s too late , because

It’s 2.30 in the morning and I can’t sleep , I guess I m afraid of sleeping but it’s not sleeping or the idea that scares me , the thing that horrify me is the idea of not waking up the next morning the fact that I won’t open my eyes and see the sun again I m afraid that I will die knowing that I didn’t do anything to be remembered when my soul flight to the 7^th sky, I m afraid of the idea of dying as a looser and after years and years my memory will fade as a dream fades when you wake up .. It’s 2.30 of the morning and I can’t sleep, I keep wondering why? but it seems that the answer is way too far but then I remember that I m afraid, I m afraid of sleeping I m scared of the ghost that hunts my dreams whenever I close my eyes, a living nightmare that stole the rest from my eyes with me standing helpless in the darkness of my thoughts, the monster that always wins the final battle against life …..“death”  but I m determinate to win this battle I will cheat death even if it takes me my whole life I will win I will not die , I don’t want to …… I don’t ….. because I want to do many things before my hour close its hands, I still have a lot to feel ,a lot to see and know, I want to go wild see the freedom as the bird sees it when it flies, I want to cross the border and go far further than anyone could ever go I want to see and know life as nobody knew it “ bitter-sweet “ and when I pass to the other world I want to leave my print in this life as the person that kept pushing it and truly lived her life ,as the person that didn’t have to be someone that she is not ,as the only person that lived the life , but then I realize that it’s 2.30 in the morning and I can’t sleep because that ghost is still hunting me it wants my soul and it had it

I know that my soul won’t flight to the sky because it will sink to the depth of the earth into hell but it’s 2.30 in the morning and now I can truly sleep … an eternal sleep”

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And if you look at Jane face you will see a beautiful smile, you can see that she is now relived from all her mistakes, you will know that now is could finally sleep with peace of mind she can finally rest forever