IMMORTAL? I THINK NOT (part 1)

I’m a girl, 19yrs old, on my way home, car crashes, bones break, body tossed towards the windshield like an acrobatic failed practice only this time with more momentum, skull crushed and tossed about like it’s a vampire ping pong ball, chest heaving in and out like a child overdosing on asthma. My body lay there limp like an aborted foetus ripped from its place temporary of abode and just so you know, by the time you are done reading this, an approximate 210 people must have passed away.

Wouldn't want us realizing the hard way the fact that death, he’s got no age limit and takes no fun in catching up to those who are already expecting his arrival. I mean common now who wouldn't want to have fun with their job huh? Now if you were death will you have more fun taking up the 80 year old preacher on his death bed singing to Jesus about coming home to heaven or the 19 year old girl in the club “dropping it like it’s hot” without a care in the world, oblivious of the fact that she’s five heartbeats away from, four breaths away from, three seconds away from a straight bullet saying hello to her lungs. Looks like life just lost one.