My Most Feared Phobia...

I was in JC2...
In a lecture hall...
A teacher was announcing that some guy was receiving some sort of scolarship award...
I walked away from where I was sitting to another seat besides an ex-classmate of mine in SCSS...
I reached under the table to collect my textbooks...
Only to find an exam time-table...
And realised that tomorrow was 'A' level Maths examination...
I was shock and started to panic...
I turn to talk about my discovery to that ex-classmate...
Then I realised people were whispering all around me...
All of them were looking at me with disdain in their eyes...

At night, for some last minute advice, I was SMS-ing my Chemistry teacher about which part of the Maths chapters were more likely to appear for exams...
As I was doing that, me and my family were walking towards a bus-stop at near our house...
When suddenly a HUGE BROWN WOLF appear and started running all over the place...
My father was trying to avoid running into it's path while I just ignored it and continue SMS-ing...
Just when I reached the bus-stop...
I drop-dead...
There right at the floor, without any warning at all...
I become a ghost and saw my body on the floor along with my dropped handphone...
My family started to board the bus...
I followed them...
The bus was slightly different...
I squeeze past some commuters and found a seat...
I was sitting with my brother...
I ask him why didn't he pick up my handphone when I dropped it...
He said nothing...
I was angry because I didn't want anyone to take my handphone and delete all the messages away...
So I started to complain to my mom...
But realised that she could not hear me as well...
So I took a board and some soy sauce as ink out of nowhere and started to write her a message, which turns out to be gibberish...

I realised that I was going to lose my handphone for good...
Which means I would lose all my treasured messages inside...
I do not want to lose my messages, for they were from my YZ and my best friends...
Then it hit me that since I was dead I will not be able to communicate nor touch all my loved ones again...
I was devastated...
I disappear and reappear in my bedroom...
I was crying and throwing a tantrum...
I do not want to die and lose everthing I have...
My family, my friends, my boyfriend and all my loved ones...

I was so upset that I wake up crying...
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Then I realised...
It was all a DREAM!!!!!

I was so relieved!!!
But still I could not shake off those feelings...

The feelings of helplessness,
loneliness,
sadness,
desperateness,
hopelessness...

Losing my loved ones is my most feared phobia...

Since death does not discriminated,
I will have to faced this phobia sooner or later...
I just prayed that it will not come to any one of us soon.....

May God Bless All Of You.....