Ah, death. What a wonderous thing it is, yet most people fear it. I guess people just don't like what they don't know. I know I didn't like the idea of death when it was my turn to go.
I was 17 when I died. Now I'm an immortal Grim Reaper. I take the souls of the living once their time has come, and I ferry the soul to wherever it's destination may be. They Either go to Purgatory, Heaven, or Hell. Most, as I have seen, go to Hell.
I remember how I died kind of vaguely, since it all happened in a flash.
I was sitting in class, jotting down notes, that had turned into doodles for my History class. Then one of the students bolted out of their chair, and started shooting a gun. Without thinking, I threw myself over mybest friend's body (I think of her more as a sister), shielding her from the bullets. As quickly as the fireing started, it ended, with the gunman shooting himself in the head.
I looked down at my friend. "Leah, are you okay?" I asked.
Heather stared at me with a look of horror on her face. Then I realized that I was in immense pain.
"Oh god I was--" I was cut off, and fell over, my blood pooling around me.
Then all i saw was darkness.
I awoke in a hospital bed, and i sat up. There was everyone I knew, crying from the news the doctor had told them.
"Guys, I'm right here!!! SI'm Fine!" I said, getting up. I didn't notice that i wasn't in pain.
Then I felt a abony hand on my shoulder. I turned around to look into the face of Death. I wasn't scared, though. The skeletal figure of Death was somehow comforting, emmitting a warmth that was rather welcoming.
Death pointed a spindly finger at the bed behind me, and i looked, and gasped.
"That's me....So I'm....dead...?" I said, looking at my pale, lifeless body laying on the bed, while i was standing as a spirit.
Death raised his huge scythe, and brought it THROUGH me, as if I were a mist. It kind of tickled. Death's eyeless sockets seemed to narrow at me.
"It seems you were not destined to die......Are you not Leah Righte?" Death asked in a voice that would make the dead turn twice in their grave.
" My name iz Zel Stanton..." i said.
Death grinned. "You now have the right to either become a Grim Reaper, or choose to wander--or haunt-- the world as you see fit."
And from there, you should know which path I chose.
I Would Love your feedbackh!
I'm New here on Wattpad, well, to the writing part, and i like to know what people think about my writing.