SKEET REYNOLD’S ULTIMATE DEMISE

WRITTEN BY MARCUS LIAM BREU

(Send praise, death threats & marriage proposals)

I remember sitting in the back of my limo.

Driving back from a photo shoot. We weren’t exceeding the speed limit, in fact, we were driving under it.

But what happened next, isn’t something that I can give an in depth explanation to.

There was a noise. LOUD. Like a sound effect from a film role that I scored, when I had just started modelling down in Adelaide, Australia.

I gasped. As I felt my seat fly up. My head hit the roof. And then came the heat.

An intense heat surrounded me. I couldn’t see any flames. There might have been flames, but I wouldn’t have seen them because of the blinding white light.

Then the noise went mute. It’s as if I was in a television program, and someone watching pressed the mute button.

Then everything went black, I didn’t close my eyes. I wouldn’t dare. Because I didn’t know if they’d open again.

The darkness lasted for something that time cannot describe. It could have been a few seconds, a few minutes, a few days, a couple of months, years or even an eternity.

But when the darkness faded. I saw a scene of a crash. I saw a limo lying on its side.

Windows smashed. Tyres missing. And the paint peeling.

Then I noticed the two yellow body bags next to the wreckage.

Just looking at the body bags made my heart stop.

I hated everything to do with death.

Its just something that shouldn’t ever be seen or heard of in my opinion.

Leave that to death himself.

When your parents give you a name like, “Deathâ€