NinaKoshka

The first time I died, I was five years old. My father, tired of my crying, threw me against my bedroom wall. I felt my breath leave my lungs as I fell to the floor. I feared death then, It's icy grip, around my throat. Choking me, stopping the air. My head pounding, begging for blood, begging for life. My mother killed me next, It was a car accident. Not her fault, but the result was the same. Flying thru the cabin, and into the glass. Time stood still, and then I was gone. When I was in High School, things took a turn for the worse. I died on a dare, Drowning that time. An auto accident, my friend driving drunk. A jealous boyfriend. I c