A gravestone at the head of a rectangular hole waits for me. I pull away but my name starts to be etched into the stone. I fight, I tug, and I cry out to no avail. The ground beneath me begins to sink around my legs so that I cannot run. I look behind and see that my birth date has already been etched into the stone. Death had begun writing the date of my death. His skeleton hands reached for me but they couldn't quite reach. I had a strong will to live but my protection slowly got weaker. The date was nearly finished and I pleaded that it would stop but Death's hand leaned over the stone and was not even an inch away from my shoulder. I pulled at the grass and dug into the dirt with my fingers. Could I not hold on for just a little longer? The gravestone, MY gravestone was complete and Death moved in front of me. His bone hand held my shoulder as his other hand pulled his hood away. I stared into his skull like face until he pushed me into the hole. I screamed as I fell. The weightlessness felt like it would kill me before I touched the dirt. I fell for what seemed like forever and then, my body hit the ground. It seemed to welcome it. I finally got peace as my soul left my lifeless body.