Personal Narrative: I M Dying

I’m dying.My once unkempt hair is now nothing but a gray mess.My strength has withered to weakness.I’ve done everything that I’ve ever dreamed of, yet still i feel incomplete.
Was it because I didn’t spend enough time at home with my family and friends?Maybe, maybe…..When I sat there a great pain stabbed through my chest.Almost as soon as it started, everything went black. I started to fall into what looked like an endless pit of darkness.
Desperately I tried to reach out to grab something, yet no matter how hard I grabbed or how far I reached, I couldn’t grab anything. When I landed I looked at my surroundings.The place was so dark and cold it was almost like it was trying to conceal something, something sinister.
As I stood there something