Chapter 59- so this is what heaven looks like

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Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

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I think my heart has died. And my brain, and every other part of me since I can't live without those things working.

I turn around to Death. "So uhmmm... my scar is glowing, and it hurts, a lot."

There are tears in my eyes, but I cannot cry cuz I gotta be better. No more strangers online can call me a bitch or baby anymore. The pain pricks at every nerve in my arm, an intense soreness clouding my thinking.

He stops wiping the counter and turns around. "What?" His entire existence freezes as I lift my forearm for him to see. "What happened?"

"I dunno. Agnes touched my arm, and this happened." It's like frostbite, super, super hot and numb. "Will it stop before my arm falls off? I wanna keep it."

He puts his hands around it, I don't feel anything, and says something but nothing changes. He keeps saying random shit before looking at Pierce. Pierce walks over and Death picks him up.

He sniffs my arm for a second, kinda weird but ok. Pierce looks at Death sad and now Death looks worried.

He's not supposed to be worried; I'm supposed to be worried. Him being worried makes me scared. Oh my god it's the end of the world. He can't be worried.

"Don't be worried."

He looks at me like I'm crazy and about to kill his nonexistent cat he wants. "What do you mean? Do you not know what's happening?"

I don't feel the pain anymore, but the scar is still being weird. "Well duh. I don't know what the fuck is happening. Did she curse me or something?" Maybe Agnes is a witch.

He shakes his head, "no but this has to stop."

"Why? I don't feel anything anymore." Maybe my scar is an attention whore and just wants to be noticed. None of the black lines that connect to my scar are glowing. My arm felt like it was burning to sore, being asleep to nothing, maybe it's just tired.

I'm tired I'm so fucking tired like I haven't seen a bed in days, I knew I didn't sleep enough this morning. It could also be all the supernatural things he was talking about earlier.

Pierce barks, his ears are down, and his tail is between his legs. Before I can say anything, I'm picked up like a damsel in distress and the scenery changes to a front room that has really dark green walls and a ton of brown woody things. There's random shit everywhere.

Death should take notes from here so he can decorate rooms better.

I look at my manz who now looks panicked. "What happened? Where are we? What's wrong? Don't you dare gatekeep right now, mister. I need to know."

His breathing sounds like mine after I walk up some stairs and his heartbeat is crazy. He told me before that since he's "dead" he doesn't really get a heartbeat that much unless his emotions are super-duper intense. Something ain't right.

Well obviously, you dumb bitch, your arm is fucking glowing.

I hear footsteps so I turn and see... Lucifer? What? He seems annoyed.

"Why are you here?" He asks Death, not even glancing at me. I forgot what his voice sounds like, how dark and rough it is. How nervous and unsteady it makes me feel.

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