Dear Death,

I am here again. I have lost count on how many times I have written a letter to you, just because I am too afraid of dying. I wish I didn't believe in the stories they've told me. The stories of hell and heaven, which my actions are the ones to decide if I go to either place. Here I am again because I want you to take me. I want you to take me without having to take any action. I want you to come for me the same way that you came for my mother; silent and at night.

I want to have her same expression. The peaceful one. The one that makes you look as if you were sleeping (thing that you are actually doing, but this time is forever). Please, please, please, take me.

Yours truly;

Arianna