Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25135737-20140718224713

You know when you're doing something and a little voice in your head tells you to change a part of it, because something dreadful could happen? You know, like maybe you're in the car with friends, having a good time, and a little voice inside of your head tells you to move your feet from underneath the seat in front of you. The voice tells you that the seat in front of you could collapse, and pain would rush through your entire body starting at your big toe, and your track career would be ''over! ''This could all just be you, having a bit more paranoia than usual, as some adult in your childhood would have said if you had ever told them about this feeling; everybody gets this feeling. Just remember, it could also be something else.

It is something else. The voice you hear is your guardian angel, telling you that you need to be careful: something could happen. This angel of yours has seen you die a thousand deaths, and is trying to save you from as mant of them as they can. Ornery children die young, and anxious elders live to 100, all because they do or do not listen to their angels. They're trying to save them, after all. I'm not trying to scare you, but I do wish to leave you here with one message.

I've been hit, you see, and I will not be recovering. I didn't think this theory was real until it happened. I was about to go off the diving board and something in my head told me I shouldn't, and I should not return to the pool, and to go back to my room at the hotel we were staying at. My angel told me not to worry about the others, because their angels were telling them the same things. I looked around, and saw everybody the same way they had looked before the message had come to me.

"Damn paranoia," I mumbled to myself as I approached the diving board. My angel was being nicer to me than I had expected them to be that day, I just wish I had listened, for he came to me again.

"Stop! Please, stop! This is not how you are supposed to die, I have tried so hard, Adam, please, let me save you! ''Don't go off the diving board, you will hit your head! The pool floor is cracking, and it will break today! Please, please, just go to your room and go online! Anything!" ''I heard the voice scream in my head. Getting slightly pissed off, I walked to my room to take another pill of mine. I then, returned to the pool.

I jumped off the diving board, and nothing happened. It was fine! I did a perfect dive, but I thought I could hear muffled screams and shouts as I kept my eyes closed. How long had I been diving? I opened my eyes underwater and saw darkness. I looked up and saw a hole, with my friends leaning over, yelling things I couldn't make out. Panicing, I did my best to swim to the top, but someone fell in, knocking off a chunk of the cement, which penetrated into my skull. I was told all of this information when I woke up in the hospital this morning.

The doctors told Angie I have about five to 10 minutes before I move on....I had to warn somebody....Angie said she'd write a letter to go with this, but I don't know if she will. Wait, ''wait!!!!! ''I see a man, dressed all in black, a red spot on his heart and on his head, the same place where I got hit. He is clutching a cross, a somber look molded on his face.

"Adam, it is time I move on, and I shall take you to your place..." is all he said to me. He just asked me to stop writing, but I need to warn them. Angie is here, I just told her I love her and now the man is 